Right now, I really want to be out there painting big huge oil paintings. But February in Montreal is more like moleskine and pencil weather. Last Tuesday was overcast, fairly warm, (around -3c), with a strong wind - which meant we had perfect conditions for big fat flakes of snow sticking to every surface. One of those days every tree becomes a sculpture, and every sculpture becomes a ghost. A perfect day to park in the cemetery and do a slow, sustained drawing.
Nachtigallen in Berlin Pankow
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