Eventually I got the urge to draw some of the many flowers we have all over the place, courtesy of Chantal’s green thumb. I only had a small sketchbook with me and was too lazy to go get something larger so I just started drawing little flower drawings. Here’s a couple of them.
Quebec City has several artificial underground reservoirs and one of is under a part of the Plains of Abraham, a huge park that overlooks the St. Lawrence River. Originally owned by a farmer named Abraham, it’s now officially called Battlefield Park because of the famous 1759 battle when the British defeated the French. Everyone who lives here still calls it the Plains of Abraham and the other name is relegated to the tourist brochures. Recently the entire reservoir was uncovered to replace the top surface. This is a sketch of that area of the park.
The building holds the support equipment for the reservoir and each of those little strips of foliage hides an air vent. The grass is beginning to grow back but it’s still pretty sparse and a bright yellow green. I thought it made an interesting scene. Besides, I could sit in the shade as I drew.
Sigh… this is a post in response to frustration – my frustration. Somewhat regularly I receive emails from people who follow my blog. They’re asking questions and, I suspect, they’d like a response.
The problem is that some use work emails or otherwise protected server addresses such that when I try to answer the email bounces back at me. I could just delete it and move on but I’m always concerned with their interpretation of not receiving a response.
The latest case came from someone named Alison, who was asking several questions. I wrote a long response and sent it. It bounced. I tried several more times with no success. Alison, if you’re reading this, I tried. Sorry but your email server won’t accept email from me.
I almost titled this blog post “Oops… I forgot.” When I wrote my last post I got pulled away from the writing for a while. When I returned I read the last paragraph and it seemed like an ending so I did a quick copy edit and posted it.
Later I realized that the ending was really just a stopping point and that I’d forgotten to add a second sketch I’d done at the old zoo park that day.
So, as I was saying in my last post, we were having fun at the park and I decided to do a sketch of the bridge that carries foot traffic over the small river running through the park.
This required that I get down to the river level which put me in shade, among a bunch of foliage and near water. What could go wrong? Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes. What made them worse was that I was drawing. I’m oblivious to my surroundings when I’m sketching, even the swarm of mosquitoes that were biting me.
I didn’t notice until the next day when my arms and legs started itching like crazy (shorts and t-shirt day). I’m sure the sketch suffers from blood loss effects but here it is. I didn’t really finish the paint stage but I hope you like it anyway; the mosquitos sure liked me.
At one time, Quebec City had a marvelous zoo. I got to see it when I did my post-doc here. By the time I returned to live here, however, politics had caused its demise. These days a portion of the zoo grounds is now a park called Parc des Moulins because there is a windmill on the grounds, but I miss the animals.
Anyways, the Artistes dans les Parcs went there and had a lovely day. The weather couldn’t have been better and so hanging out with a bunch of artists, in a heavily forested area, with a creek running by was really relaxing.
For a while I was off by myself because I’d decided to draw the rear of one of the old buildings and the garden area behind (in front of the behind?) of it. This too is a relaxing place as there is a small pond and creek as part of the garden. Here’s the drawing I did in the morning.
Then it was time for lunch and we sat around enjoying each other’s company. Wish I’d think about taking photos of these gatherings. I never think about it until I write the blog posts (grin).
During most of my sketching life, whenever I leave my house I carry this bag with me. Well, not exactly. This photo was taken seven years ago, when it was pretty new. These days it’s grimy and fraying at the edges. But it’s the heartbeat of my location sketching. There are always a couple sketchbooks, a watercolor kit and a bunch of pens in it.
But for the last couple years I’ve lost the habit of putting it on simply because I wasn’t going anywhere and dealing with problems that wouldn’t let me sketch much. But I’m now back to hauling it around with me… almost.
I met with a friend I don’t see very often at a coffee shop and we spent half a day solving the world’s problems and drinking coffee. We sat outside where the shop has a bunch of tables. We said our goodbyes about 4PM and I headed home.
That evening, around 10:30PM, I wanted to swap watercolor kits and I couldn’t find my bag. Where could it be? Then panic struck as I realized that I must have left it at the coffee shop, a shop that was now closed for the night.
To quote Chantal, “It’s gone” as we both realized the probability of ever seeing that bag again was about zero. The bag itself was very important to me as I’ve never been able to find one like it and it’s perfect for what I do. Pens and such I carry are worth at least $200. But most important were the two sketchbooks that were irreplaceable. It’s funny how my sketches, though not worth much, are precious to me. Anyways, I had a pretty sleepless night.
I went to the coffee shop at 6:30AM when they opened and asked, without much hope, if they had my bag. And SHAZAMM…someone had picked up the bag and turned it into the barista. There was a lot of thanking that followed and I even hugged the bag a couple times. I’ve got to get my oldsheimers under control.
When people think of Winnie the Pooh stories they think of sad-sack Eeyore, bouncy Tigger and, of course Pooh himself. Almost forgotten is a fourth member of their tribe, Piglet. He doesn’t have as many lines as the others but he’s still an integral part of the Winnie the Pooh mythos.
In spite of his being Pooh’s best friend, he was omitted from the first Disney rendition of Winnie the Pooh and it took A.A. Milne’s (Pooh author) protestations to get him included in subsequent films. Piglet should get more respect than that because he tries so hard to be brave in spite of his small size.
I’m continuing to draw my daughter’s collection of stuffed animals and I really enjoy it. I’m not sure whether this is because they’re stuffed animals (very different subject for me) or because its studio work, something I am dis-inclined to do, though I should. In either case, drawing Piglet was a joy. Piglet, you’re the star today.
An exciting event occurred just down the street from my house; exciting mostly because it’s “just down the street from my house.” The Grande Marché just opened in Quebec City.
This is a huge farmer’s market that also includes cheese, pasta, sausage, etc., etc. shops. We’ve always had such a place but it was smaller, not nearly as fancy, and it was a significant drive from our house. This one is a two-minute walk. I go there nearly every day, if only to get my walking exercise started for the day.
What does this have to do with sketching? Well, it’s also a great place to sit and quick-draw people. I’m still experimenting with places to sit within the complex but there are several that are great.
Our growing season started really late this year but we’re starting to get farmers showing up with more and more produce so drawing their kiosks will be on the agenda soon.
Just so I don’t leave you empty-handed, here’s a drawing/painting I did of the exterior of the building. While the interior has changed completely, the basic structure is mostly as it was when this was the building that housed the horses and cows when we had a state fair. Only the entrances have been upgraded. It smells better too (grin)
To say that spring/summer has been slow in arriving would be a big understatement but we’re finally starting to get some warm, sunny days. We took advantage of one of them last week and found ourselves in Beauport, along Avenue Royale, a street that runs along a hillside, a part of the city where the architecture is spectacular but quite different from the really early architecture of our “old city.”
My first sketch was an example of me biting off more than I could chew. It didn’t start out that way. I intended to draw just the end of a long set of Quebec equivalents of New York brownstones. These are covered with gables, towers, etc. and are quite stunning. They’re also quite complicated. Very quickly, though I let my eyes grow big while my time stayed the same and the result was that very soon I was scribbling my way to depicting half of the entire complex, something that should have taken twice the time and been done in a much larger format. My little 4×6 book just wouldn’t hold it all. Here it is, serving as a lesson – when you decide the scope of a drawing, stick to it.
As it turned out, I had more time than I thought. It has been forever since I’ve sketched outdoors with our little group and getting back into the swing of things is harder than it should be and my timing is off. Anyways, I started drawing a small subject, figuring I could get it done before everyone wanted to head off for lunch. In spite of its simplicity, I really like this one. Hope you do too. In any case, summer is here and I hope it will be a good one.
I attended another event organized by Denise Bujold’s Artistes dans les parcs. This one was held at a large garden on the other side of the city from where I live and I’ve drawn there a lot. On this day it was supposed to be sunny and hot. The sun never showed up and it didn’t get very hot. We lacked shadows, but the temps were just right for sketching.
I’m not sure I fit into this group very well, though everyone is very nice. But the members set up easels, tables, and paints. I sit down on a tripod stool with my sketchbook. A bigger problem, for me, is that my French is not good at all so carrying on a conversation is mostly out of the question. Nevertheless, it’s nice to be out with a bunch of people doing art.
I chose to draw a really tiny waterfall that connects two small ponds near the entrance to the garden. I started by covering the paper with some blotches of color to match the subject and then wandered around the garden while that dried. I really like the idea of doing paint first but I’m not sure I’ve got the patience to deal with the drying time. Eventually it did dry and I started drawing with DeAtramentis Document ink. More watercolor was added to finish the drawing. It’s a fun way to work, except for the drying time, so I’ll probably do it again.