June 20th, early in the day. I went to Louis Valentino, Jr. Park in Red Hook—one of my favorite places in the city. No one was around. It was just me, a sketchbook, and this view: a young tree in the foreground, the harbor beyond, and a quiet kind of order in between.
Greens, Blues, and Balance I was thinking about contrast—about the different textures of grass and water, about space and stillness. I wanted to let the rhythm of the color come forward. Let it carry the drawing. The tree became the center, a kind of anchor, with everything else moving gently around it.
