the sad songs of doom and gloom

manhattan bridge
With the raining coming down in meows and woofs, I took the Subway to Brooklyn, down under manhattan bridge overpass (I believe this area of town is named after a disney movie but I forget which). Too rainy to sketch. I took a lot of lovely photos from the shores of the Hudson, looking across at the grey fog where Manhattan should be. On my way back to the Subway however I remembered my friend Simon, sketching in the downpour on the South Bank in London back in May, newyork2008062-blogand said to myself I could not leave without one sketch of these amazing views I may not see again for a long time. As I sat on my stool, the rain stopped, and I drew the Manhattan Bridge above – it really does make all the difference, actually sketching on location, than later on from a photo, and I’m please with the result (and yes I counted all the details as I was drawing them).

I went on the the Lower East Side. I got a big messy sandwich from “tiny’s giant sandwiches”, and ambled around in the fading light looking for some urban to sketch, and there was lots. It felt like I was in London again, in Holloway or Camden or Whitechapel, or maybe even Soho, with the narrow grid streets. Chose a street corner that is home to rosario’s pizza (my wife’s maiden name) and sketched in the dying light, the rain now passed but the streets still wet and shiny.
rosario's pizza

I walked around in the dark streets taking in New York City at night, this big far away place from the movies and the album tracks, and then got the Subway to Union Square area, stopping off in a cool art lamppost-nightstore and a great kid’s bookshop (to pick up a board book for my book-loving nine-month old; he’s very literate and loves a book he can really sink his two bottom teeth into). I was looking for Pete’s Tavern, apparently the oldest bar in the city, and I thought it might be good for some interior sketching. Fat chance. Sure, nice old place, and I got a Brooklyn Lager, but the bar area was very busy while all the tables were empty, reserved for some work thing happening later on. Annoying; my feet hurt. Pete was not amused by this (it’s for this reason I never reserve tables in pubs, I hate to be that person). So I sodded off, back to Long Island.

4 thoughts on “the sad songs of doom and gloom

  1. E-J says:

    I love all your New York sketches. I have been to NYC twice, and though I managed to part with a few dollars at Pearl Paint and visit a couple of art galleries, on neither occasion did I do any sketching or painting – for which I’m now kicking myself. Next time … In the meantime, such a joy to revisit the city through your eyes and pen.

  2. Jana Bouc says:

    Wah! You’re in Manhattan and I’m not. I’ve been fantasizing about going again. It’s been way too long. I lived there when I was 19-20 and visited 10 years ago. It’s my favorite place in the world. At least I can see it through your eyes and words!

  3. petescully says:

    Ah, New York is too cool, I loved it there. San Francisco is immensely cool too, of course, but New York is something else (plus it’s halfway between here and London which is nice).

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