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Sunday 27 February 2011

faces

drawn during my trip to istanbul, practicing with brushpens. drew these portraits on the tram as fast as i could, in a very small 8 cm x 8 cm sketchbook.

Saturday 26 February 2011

istanbul

drawings of istanbul in january, spent a week there with my roommate from barcelona and two more friends. we stayed in sultahmet, an old neigboorhood. our hostel roof offered great views of the sea of marmara:


ferry trip to the princes islands, drawn as we left büyükada. relaxing after an entire day spent walking, drinking sweet, black tea.


visiting topkapi palace, home to the ottoman sultans.


drinking more tea next to the sülemaniye mosque, in an outdoor café with lots of turkish flags.

 

and testing my moleskine in the turkish bath, though it got a little wet and the bic´s ink got more fluid in the 50 ° C warm air. noone paid me any attentione so i suppose i didn´t offend anyoone - at least noone turkish, there were only tourists in the bath. very relaxing atmosphere, i can only recommend hamam drawing...

Thursday 17 February 2011

ein mann von welt


there was no particular reason for drinking sparkling wine except we all felt like it.

Wednesday 9 February 2011

kaffee

an old man in a department store café. i used to take my break there and after some time i noticed that some people go there every day, like him. impeccably dressed, he sits there for hours. he´s mostly alone, but sometimes he chats with other people who enjoy the cheap coffee and that noone bothers you no matter how long you sit there.

Wednesday 2 February 2011

strandbunker


during the 2nd world war, more than 5000 bunkers were built on denmark´s coasts to complete the atlantic wall, so the scandinavian coasts would be "protected" from an allied invasion.
many of those bunkers remain there more than 65 years later, sunken into the sand, crumbling...
it´s a strange architecture. all that bulky, graffiti-sprayed concrete..
again, very cold on the beach. drew each bunker in 1-2 minutes, then wandered on to the next, trying to warm my fingers inbetween sketches. no choice but to do all the cross-hatching from memory.