Hrvatska

While in Zagreb for the holidays, I spent a fair amount of time listening to Croatian, and only understanding random words. Since I wasn't fully engaged in the conversation, I'd take out my iphone and do a few drawings.

Grga has very carefully tousled hair. This is seen from the back, while riding a tram.

A smile is a frequent feature on Zvonimir's face. 

This aunt enjoys expanding upon truth to the point of absurd, humorous fabrication, and passing it off as gospel.

Another view of 'Aunt Truth'.

Ana's mother, a woman of great patience, intelligence, and discipline.

Dalmacija

Dalmacija, called "Dalmatia" to those who speak English, is at the Southern extent of Croatia, and is filled with sun bleached islands and rocky beaches that line the salty Adriatic Sea. When my wife and I were spending time with her family there this summer, we wandered for a few days to the town of Komiza on the distant island of Vis. Each day we spent hours swimming in the calm salty waters. At night, while most people promenaded through the small town, we returned to the beach and swam at night, when all colors saturated into each other and the waves sound deeper as they rolled up and down the smooth rocky beach.

A Spanish tourist and her playful companion

A woman has a very gestural method of rinsing the salt from her body.

The mid-day sun bleaches a couple.

And later, they worship the suns pigment.

The Hajduk football team symbol is never far when traveling in Dalmacija.

Night on a Komiza beach, when all is moonlight abstraction.

A family dissolves into the salty night sea.

Bisko notes

I'm back in Geneva, and finally installed the blogger app on the iPad, from which I'm now speaking to you. Today, I'd like to share a fewf iPad drawings I did while vacationing in my father-in-laws home village of Bisko, Croatia. These were all done using the zen brush app.

This is Ana's father, on the right, talking to his best friend from childhood.

Underneath the shade of a chestnut tree, family gathers and talks every day. And late into the night.

Behind a couple cars waiting to be repaired, the fields and baked hills and mountains. 

The textures of the fields that Bisko rings.