Ruelle a Menerbes, watercolour on paper, 26×20 cm
Street scene in St Saturnin les Apt, watercolour on paper, 26×18 cm
I still feel unsafe and weird to venture off in public, so most of my sketching is done at home. These two sketches are of our house and the old bread oven which is now being used as a garden shed.
Four a pain(old bread oven), watercolour in Stillman and birn sketchbook
Our house, watercolour in Stillman and birn sketchbook
I have been in a deep and long rut art wise, struggling to find my mojo. I started slowly back with some fruit sketches and today I took on a street in Bealieu. I am still far too tight and high strung in my brush strokes but at least I completed the sketch. I think I can start thinking about finding my form again.
Four flat peaches, watercolour in Stillman and birn sketchbook
Street in Beaulieu, watercolour in Stillman and Birn sketchbook
I took the day off and went galavaning. Had coffe and cake and tea, bought a Napoleon chair and a plant. And inbetween I did something useful like a sketch.
Somewhere I’ve lost my burning desire to sketch. Apart from me feeling it, the sketches also clearly show it. They are dull and lifeless. It could be that I have started doing a lot of my first love which is oils. But I do want to sketch, there are so much around to capture in a sketch! So, the question: will that enthusiasm to sketch return if I just keep going?
Architecture Brive la Gaillarde
When we drove into Paris last week and arrived at Porte d’Italie, I could feel it has been a long time since I have been there. I forgot the traffic, I forgot the speed, I forgot the taxis, the motos…but I haven’t forgotten how much I enjoy going in to Paris. I didn’t do any museums. The weather was perfect and I just wandered the streets, took in the summer ambiance…and I did some sketches of which only one or two were completed, the rest will be finished next time I get to Paris.
Paris 1: The ever recognizable presse kiosks of PAris. this one is in the tree lined Blvd St. Germain.
Paris 2: Resting in the shade by la fontaine Sulpice, just opposite Annick Goutal, where I get my favorite perfume, Eau du sud.
Paris 3: I can’t remember where I did this sketch, since I haven’t noted down anything. I could be somewhere where I stopped for a coffee.