I like how drawing in color lets me be overly self indulgent. To put textural detail on too many things, but still not lose them sort of frees me up. Also, it might lead to less sophisticated picture design. Still, a sketchbook’s a sketchbook, nah mean?

These are the gates outside my back window. They’re really pretty elaborate, and they’re in front of the most austere, boring ’70s row houses. I live in one too; they really dominate our corner of Bushwick. I have no actual factual truth here, but I have a hunch they were all built after the huge riot and fire that tore through the neighborhood then.

P.S. A dumb joke came into my head when I was writing labels for the post: The Bush over Bushwick