Mixed Media & Art Journaling with Love
First Mixed Media blog in Romania
Sketching buildings has never been my best skill. I never took classes on drawing and perspective always seemed so complicated to me. But that doesn’t mean I cannot sketch just for the sick of it in my art journal: it doesn’t have to be perfect and it isn’t. Schitarea cladirilor nu a fost niciodata unul …
I should sketch buildings more often, but I guess it’s hard to capture them on location if the weather is not that friendly. But we can always work after a photo we took on vacation and capture the beauty of the building in our journals. A sketch has its charming look and will always be more interesting …
I wrote about this sketchbook some time ago and here you can find the post. There are many things to be said about this tiny sketchbook, but the most important it’s that you can use it for small rapid sketches on the go wherever you are. Just pick your sketchbook and start drawing. No drama
Door and gates have something special, they are not just door or gates, they represent something more than that. When looking at a closed door, you’ll always wonder what’s behind it. Gates are in close connection with passing in other worlds, new beginnings and mystical experiences. Usile si portile au ceva special, ele nu sunt …
It’s a fact that drawing faces can be fairly difficult, but drawing male faces it comes even harder for me. As much as I try, when I draw a whimsical male face, it looks this odd.. E drept că de cele mai multe ori să desenezi fețe poate parea destul de greu, dar când vine …
Some time in June 2014 I was painting this building in watercolor, part of the Sf. Anton Church located down town Bucharest, right next to Manuc’s Inn. At that time, you could still see that tree in the churchyard. Afterwards, they cut the tree. Candva in iunie 2014 pictam in acuarela aceasta cladire, care face parte …
Trecând pe lângă Parcul Carol I, nu am putut să nu observ această clădire din cărămidă, a cărei curte pare invadată de vegetație neîngrijită și al cărei gard parcă stă să cadă. Pentru că tata a copilărit în București, l-am întrebat ce clădire este (sau mai bine zis, a fost) și așa am aflat …