I’ve long thought that I should do a series of sketches of Quebec City doors. We have many stately, carved or otherwise detailed doors and a set of detailed sketches of them would be nice. This is one of those doors, though this was done rather quickly as I leaned against a wall on a windy day. It is the entrance to the Tetu estate home, an 1800s home in the old city.
The Cap Tourmente National Wildlife Area is a great place to get out into nature. It’s a place with lots of short hiking trails through several habitats and, if you go during the week and outside ‘goose season’ it’s largely devoid of humans so it’s QUIET. We city-dwellers don’t get quiet anymore and I think it affects us more deeply than we think..if we think about it at all.
I mentioned goose season. Cap Tourmente is a major stop-over area for migrating geese. In October/November and thousands of geese aggregate there during their journey south. It’s pretty cool to see them turn a marsh white with their presence and fill the sky in squadron-like fashion. But geese bring with them hundreds of humans, filling over-flow parking lots with their pollution devices and that pretty much ruins the experience for me.
But on this day, we were there on a Monday, out of season. The day was delightful. We watched a lot of young hummingbirds at feeders, enjoyed the presence of a young porcupine, saw egrets, blue herons, marsh and red-tail hawks, and we even saw the Perigrine Falcons that nest in the cliffs that overlook the refuge. They told us to beware of bears but the only ones we saw were on the beware of bear signs on the garbage cans.
It wasn’t a sketching day but I couldn’t resist the urge so I did this little landscape while wife and daughter were off investigating the building featured in this sketch.
We stopped for lunch and sat near the information center because there is a gaggle of picnic tables there and we were the only ones using them besides a few tussock moth caterpillars.
Once we were sufficiently nourished we decided to head out in the opposite direction, but I spent 2-3 minutes doing this really quick sketch of a copse of trees. Not much but it was still good fun. The washable ink made it even more fun/quick.
Mostly, this day allowed us to fill up on quiet and that’s worth doing. Give it a try, it’s refreshing, particularly during an election year.
My friend, Hubert Langevin, is on vacation but he took the time to send me this photo. He knows I don’t sketch from photos but he thought I might make an exception in the case of this big, beautiful stump. I suspect that he might also have been smiling with the thought of me trying to draw it (grin).
It did seem to be a worthy challenge so I dove in with pointy device flying and more confidence than was reasonable. It’s a subject where you could easily get lost so I started very slowly, placing marks at major intersections. Speed picked up as the overall shape was established and I started drawing the internal shapes. More than once I thought of the Cathy Johnson mantra – “they’re only shapes” as I tried to ‘see’ how everything fit together. Once it was drawn I switched to a brush pen (Kuretake #13) to lay in some of the darks.
It was a really fun drawing to do and it was nice to sit at a desk, with no wind, no tripod stool, and the ability to have good light on both photo (actually my computer monitor) and sketchbook.
Thanks, Hubert. This was lots of fun.
The third day of Karen’s visit started with me getting to the rendevous point a few minutes early so I sat down, grabbed my Pilot Metropolitan and started doing a quick sketch of one of the decorative facades that sit between the more major towers of the Parliament building. I wanted to see if I could capture such a complex thing quickly, sort of “Liz Steel” style.
I was pretty happy with the results until I tried to put some watercolor on it and realized that I’d forgotten that I’d filled the Metro with J. Herbin Cacao de Bresil, a washable ink. A bit of smearing ensued but I switched to a waterbrush and finished up with clean water. I was still pretty happy with it given that I’d spent less than 10 minutes on it.
When Karen showed up we headed towards the ferry landing, though we took a route so she could see some other parts of the old city as we went. The ferry ride was a joy, as always. I love being on the water, even for only the brief minutes for this trip.
We decided to sit in the new park area associated with the south shore landing. This is a wonderful place for sketchers as they’ve got large, comfy chairs pointed at the north shore. We took two of them and got to work. I gotta tell you a story first, though. We’d been discussing a difficulty that Karen and I have about ‘zooming’ into our subjects. Karen lamented that no matter what she did she always over-did this and ended up with things going off the page. I have this problem to a lesser degree but more along the lines of the size of my scene being limited by the zooming.
I mention this because I was determined to “push things back” and I did so by including some foreground in the scene. Unfortunately, this “pushed” the north side of the river so far back that I had a hard problem getting fine enough lines to depict all the building shapes. I’m presenting my sketch without any color so you can see what I mean. I improved this at home by thickening the foreground lines and using very pale color on the main subject but even so, I’ve got to go back and try it again.
True to the discussion, Karen had the problem she mentioned but by selectively moving stuff around, she ended up with a sketch that I thought was pretty good. It may not be geographically correct but it presents Quebec City and all its parts in a whimsical way that I liked. Karen didn’t like it so much, though, and decided that she wanted to try again. We both decided that it was time for lunch, which became at least an hour of talking color.
Karen’s second attempt at the skyline was done just as outlines of the levels in the scene. The results were awesome in my opinion. I stood and watched as Karen chose colors for the various parts of this sketch and it just seemed magical to my ‘reflect reality’ brain and she’s convinced me that I need to play with color more. I’m mostly a line guy who sees color as an afterthought. My bad.
While Karen was doing her second sketch, I decided to draw a house that’s high on the hill overlooking the park we were in. I’ve drawn the house before but this new park provided a much better viewing angle.
When we finished up we were both worn out. We grabbed the ferry back to Quebec. We were walking in the old city when we came across a guy who was sketching. We stopped to talk with him and invited him to meet us the next morning for Karen’s last sketching session in Quebec City. He said he might come and we continued on towards her hotel. At Parliament we split up and I headed home. Day four… coming up.
When Gabi Campanario ‘invented’ Urban Sketchers I envision that he simply realized that people would like to do sketching on location just like he does for the Seattle Times. His book, The Art of Urban Sketching reflects this emphasis. So does his manifesto, which doesn’t say anything about subject matter. All the emphasis is on being true to your subject (reportage) and sharing your sketches. USK was/is sheer genius in that respect.
But it has become so much more. The regional group aspect of USK has brought people together on a local level and turned sketching into a social event as well as an art endeavor. The regional groups also serve as rally points that have grown USK beyond Gabi’s wildest dreams I imagine.
As someone isolated on planet Quebec, however, the big deal of USK is the member list. For the miserly sum of FREE, a member can get their name and contact info listed on a member list that is divided by location. Thus, when someone is visiting a particular area they can find fellow urban sketchers and contact them. All of this is to introduce a 3 1/2 day adventure with Karen Casper, sketcher extraordinaire from Burlington, Vermont.
Karen came to Quebec City as part of a sketching vacation and with USK and a bit of internet magic, we arranged to meet Wednesday morning in a park next to her hotel. She’s a PhD anthropologist, expert watercolorist and avid sketcher and we hit it off right away.
After chatting a bit, we decided that the best thing for the first morning was to spend some time playing tourist, making a tour of the old city so she could decide what attracted her the most as a sketcher. We did just that, though in the end I think she decided that everything interested her as a sketcher. But we had a plan for upcoming sketching days that would make the best use of her time here.
As we were walking back from the old city towards her hotel, though, we decided to sketch one of the corners of the Parliament building.
It had been a long day when I left Karen this day but I was so revved up that I didn’t get much sleep. All I could think of was the full day of sketching ahead. On to day two —>
Chantal and I headed off to Ottawa on a five day trip to visit our daughter. Of course, I hoped to get some sketching done as well but on this trip it wasn’t the high priority.
Nevertheless, I contacted folks in the Ottawa Urban Sketchers via Facebook and one of the members said she’d send me an email to arrange a session. Sadly, my host server’s spam mail filter decided it was spam so I never received it. While disappointing, truth was, the rain would have likely scuttled any chance of meet up. Next time for sure.
While waiting for our daughter to get out of work, Chantal indulged my passion by agreeing to wander around the nature museum while I sketched this guy. While Fred Flintstone’s pet looked like a baby brontosaurus, I suspect that cavemen might have been happier with this dog-like beast. The display only had the leg and back armor on one side, I drew it as it sat and thought it pretty cool.
We had a ball the rest of the week but there wasn’t much sketching involved. I did a bunch of quick-sketches as people ran up and down the shopping malls while the family shopped. We visited museums and walked a lot. We ate too much. We dodged the rain…lots of rain.
One evening I was sort of antsy about not having done any sketching so while the family was reading, I tried to channel Paul Heaston and drew my daughter’s kitchen. I’m afraid that Paul and I had a bad connection because I don’t have the hatching/drawing skills that Paul has but I had fun doing it and that’s all that matters.
Sadly, it was time to leave but Ottawa hasn’t seen the last of me yet. Besides, someone was coming for a visit in Quebec City and I had to be there to greet her. More on that next time.
The Ste-Foy Historical Society was having an exhibition of needlework being done by Quebec residents and it seemed like a plan to go see it and sketch around the society grounds. The main building is a gorgeous old mansion and it sits beside a very large church that was destroyed by fire. It has since been partially resurrected and is now the site of evening, partially open-air concerts (the main church walls were stone but the roof succumbed). The burnt out portion of the church is to the right in my sketch.
I’m still trying to get caught up so I’ll let the two sketches I did that day do all the talking. Next stop…my Ottawa trip 🙂
The Croquistes de Quebec held their August sketchcrawl in conjunction with Quebec’s Nouvelle France event, a time when people dress in 18th Century garb, some act like pirates, minstrels, swordsmen, etc. and everyone has fun. This year was no exception.
I apologize for the blog going dark for a while but it seems that the busier I get sketching, the less time I have to write about it. I’m going to try to make a push to get caught up but this sketchcrawl event took place on August 4th so you can see how far behind I am.
My goal that day was to talk as much as possible, eat a lot, and do a bunch of quick sketches. No long sit-down sessions for me this day. They can be placed in two piles. The first are the people in costume and here are few examples of those:
I didn’t limit myself to people, though. I did some quick vignettes of scenes surrounding the venue. Sorry that I haven’t written more but if a picture is worth a thousand words maybe the sketches make up for it. I’ll leave you to peruse these sketches cuz I’ve got a bunch of scanning to do 🙂
Tadoussac is a major whale-watching spot in North America. It sits at the confluence of the Gulf of St. Lawrence (salt water) and a major river fiord (Saguenay River) that is both deep and rich in nutrients as it flows into the Gulf. This interesting dynamic results in a place where large whales come into the Gulf just to amuse tourists paying to go out on boats to see them (I think that’s right), while smaller whales wander around in the mouth of the Sagueny, feeding.
This generates lots of tourist trade, boat traffic and a whole bunch of people sitting on rocks on the edge of the Saguenay, yelling “Ooooooo” in unison every time a whale decides to take a breathe. This is great fun and very relaxing, except for my butt which doesn’t think much of sitting on rocks for long periods.
But I was there, with my family and as we watched for whales (saw pilot and beluga whales), I started making tiny sketches of the stuff I could see around me. This was the end result. I do a lot of tiny sketches but I rarely post them but in this case I did them all on one page and it does document the area…well, sort of.
After some whale watching we went back to the car to get stuff for a picnic and sat in a grassy area and chowed down, enjoying the sea breeze. When we finished we headed back down the main street.
I posted a couple days ago a sketch of a Tadoussac street lamp that I sketched while I waited for wife and daughter near a public toilet, but I was not finished with my sketching day. I’d seen a house that I thought particularly sketcha-genic so I proposed that we get an ice cream cone and sit on the boardwalk, watching the tour boats come and go. We got the ice cream and I found a place for us to sit that just happened to let me sit on the end of the bench and see that house. I managed to do this sketch of it while my family patiently waited. They seemed amused by the interest shown in my scribbling by those passing by.
We had a great day as tourists and I had a fun time as a sketcher. It couldn’t have been better.
Long ago, Pete Scully introduced me to the notion that the mundane in our lives could be great sketching subjects with his series of fire hydrant sketches. I started drawing every fire hydrant and garbage can in sight. When you start looking at these things as art objects, they become art objects and that Pete’s important lesson to the rest of us.
I feel the same way about street lamps. I draw them all the time. They serve as practice; they serve as fun. They also serve as the basis for sketches that give me joy. Here’s one I did recently in Tadoussac where my family spent the day last week. I’ll talk more about sketching Tadoussac in a future post but for now, imagine a place with these all over the place.