Yesterday felt like the first day of summer. Girls in sundresses, shoulders bare. Knobby-kneed boys in shorts and mandals. Bicycles chained up to posts outside of sidewalk cafes. The faint smell of rotting garbage hovering in the air. I got lost along sun dappled side streets, winding my way to Cobble Hill.
The next thing I know, I'm dropping $70 on gouache, badger brushes and paper. In the heat of the midday sun, I succumbed to the lure of art supplies. Is there anything like an untouched set of paints? Damn Caran d'Ache and its achingly beautiful Swiss design. Even the plastic paint box is gorgeous.
I AM WEAK.
Lovely painterly photographs by Bluest Girl.
