I’m an urban sketcher…
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A couple of sketches from the peaceful Galloway coast, both done with pencil for line, dilute ink for shading, and water-colour wash for soft colour. First some smooth pebbles at low tide, and then a very still sea at flood-tide, with the Isle of Man wearing a cloud cap thirty miles away on the horizon.
Carters Steam Fair (“100 smiles per hour!“) have been back to our local park. I didn’t draw the Steam Boats, as promised last time, but I did try sketching the merry-go-round horses; this was tricky as they kept setting off again every 2 minutes, hence the nightmarish multiple heads! I also drew other people there, watching the rides and taking photos, various dogs and birds, and I found a plein-air oil-painter at work (he was painting the Steam Boats…). At the bottom there’s a Helter Skelter from another recent fair, and a previous (better) attempt at the same ride.
I think a key part of urban sketching is depicting the stuff of everyday life, no matter how banal. So here are three quick views from the car while parked at motorway services during the trip to Scotland and back. That’s it, nothing to add!
St Nicholas’ Church in Burton, Cheshire, and another one of busy kitchen shelves, both sketches using fairly strong perspective, vertical and horizontal. The church was built out of sandstone in 1720 in a very plain style, and the clock only has one hand, dating ‘from a time when it was sufficient to know just the hour of the day’.
Stuffed and numbered birds on display at the small but wonderful Stewartry Museum, Kircudbright; I didn’t have time to paint all their glorious colours, so had to settle for ink-brush monochrome, concentrating on feathers and form. Then the head of a dead Gannet found while beach-combing (I put it on a stick to draw it). The gannet was fairly ripe, and the orange neck feathers had lost their smoothness, but the beak was still an impressive fish spear (the beak’s four inches long, and unlike most birds they have no nostrils so water doesn’t get forced up them when they hit the water at sixty miles-per-hour!) .