8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever on paper.
Impossible to sleep when the person in front puts down their seat back. And actually the flight was more like 11 hours than 10. Still unkinking (physically and mentally).
On the plus side, this was the first BA/NYC AA flight we've taken that was truly bi-lingual. AA's inablility to learn Spanish has been an embarrassment for years. Nice to see the end of that.
8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, watercolor on paper.
In our last few days in Buenos Aires, we meet our friend Silvina in the wonderful bookstore Eterna Cadencia. The Grand Splendid may be grander/splendider but this is truly the better, more beautiful bookshop. Our favorite in Buenos Aires. .
8 1/4 x 13 in. double page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever on paper.
(Shadow of cats, Jardín Botánico. A while, no more)
One thing about going back to Brooklyn -- I will be so happy to be reunited with my scanner.
6 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever on Bienfang paper.
(Take a walk, a brisk one? Wait up.) Second cold keeps us close to home. Comfort in nearby objects.
8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.
(The bus, Avenida de Mayo, we see Congress.)
9 x 6 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Bienfang paper.
Calle Billinghurst, the yellow lights of twilight.
6 x 12 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Canson paper.
(Stuck in traffic, on the 152 bus.) I'm wanted at the traffic jam, they're saving me a seat. Leonard Cohen.
8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever on paper
Es imposible dibujar en El Ateneo: Grand Splendid sin notar que es uno de las librerías más raras en el mundo. (It's improssible to draw in the Ateneo: Grand Splendid without noting that it's one of the most unusual bookstores in the world.)
8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.
Por alguna razón, pienso que Cortázar no le gustaba empanadas. No tengo ni idea si es verdad.
(For some reason, I have the idea that Cortázar didn't like empanadas. I have no idea if that's true.)
