After rough sketching, I painted the sky, using the watercolor tool of the Tayasui Sketches app that doesn’t “dry” until you tap the drop icon. While the paper was “wet” I added blue to my purple wash near the horizon:
On a different layer, I painted the sea:
On a third layer, I painted the rocky island, including the fort. I erased paint from the sailboat and the surf around it. And added a few strokes of different blue on the sea layer:
Then I painted the fort red, darkened the rocks, erased paint where the seagulls were, and painted the sailboat:
Tag: iPad
Reproduction of Moebius’ ‘Le voyage d’Hermès’
Moebius was commissioned by Hermès in 2011 to create nine illustrations for a campaign called Voyage d’Hermès. This is one of those and like the eight others, no Hermès product appeared: 
I sketched it on my 30×30 cm watercolor pad:
For the outline I used a 0.05 mm Uni-ball Pin pen:
Then I washed the paper and applied some yellow and a bit of orange:
I continued painting the figure and the bird, the skyline, and started with greens and blues for the wave:
Final version, 30×20 cm:
Gift ready and framed!
A couple days later, I tried a digital version of it which I finished on the same day, using Procreate on iPad Pro, 1878×1440 px:
Final result:
#sketch: Japanese woman at Stata Center
A Japanese woman from another century walks on a path in front of the Ray and Maria Stata Center.
Made on iPad mini between June and September 2014, using ArtRage.
Painting life
A clearing in the forest. A medium canvas on a wooden easel. I dreamt I was painting a woman.
She was standing, her back to me, in a pastel pink satin and organza dress. I was painting her neck, the fine strands of wavy hair rippling under her large-brim hat, around her silky shoulders.
My brush gave her life. She was free from the canvas and stood before me gazing at the forest and humming to herself, as I worked on her green-grey hat. It stirred gently in the wind and so did her auburn hair curling around her neck.
The forest murmured in the wind. The canopy swayed and rustled, patches of sun light danced on the ground. I kept weaving intricate straw braids on her hat. In a strong gust of wind, leaves fell from the trees –we shivered.
I stepped back when I was done and contemplated the canvas. Such disappointment! I looked at my fat brush, grudgingly. This wasn’t the right tool for such delicate work! Yet it seemed so perfect, so real moments before.
It was a beautiful dream within a strange dream.
I don’t paint very often and I don’t have an illustration of the mysterious auburn belle in pink, so all I can think of is this yellow iris in my parents’ garden that I drew on iPad last May.
