So cold in my brief not-quite-two-days there this week, that the only sketches I made were inside.
Inside Grand Central Station, having a delicious lunch at Cipriani with dear friend Amanda:
Inside our hotel, at breakfast, breaking out the fun, multi-colored Koh-i-noor 'Magic Pencil' I bought with Amanda at New York Central Art Supply to sketch fellow diners:
Inside our hotel room, looking at the building across the street, sketching its frills and furbelows:
Inside the Asian collections at the Metropolitan Museum of Art:
Inside my sketchbook, drawing my husband with the 'Magic' pencil, mentioned above. It is great fun because you have no idea what colors will emerge (note his eyebrows!) and there is no control over values and tones, either, of course. I wish the lead were more deeply pigmented, but you can't have everything in this life, can you?