my first sketchcrawl

After about a year of following several Urban Sketcher blogs, I finally got out the door and went on an official Urban Sketcher sketchcrawl in Richmond.  It was a perfect spring day.  We met at the Virginia Center for Architecture, were given maps of a route to follow and off we went.  It was immediately overwhelming- there are so many great things to draw in Richmond.  The selection was limited a bit by the need to sit in shade.  I brought a small folding chair which worked well.  

Inspired by some of the sketchers I talked to that seem to draw all the time- they are very fast and fluid, I am trying to draw more.  I carry a tiny sketchbook (2"x3") in my purse and sketch while running errands with my husband.  I did this today while waiting for him at the eye doctor.  I like all the glamour shots of people wearing glasses. 

spring

Each week clearly demarcates the passage of time.  Right now is very specific.  The crocus flowers have melted away.  Flowers that were such a surprise a month ago, coming so hard on the heels of snow here in Virginia.  The daffodils are starting to wither as we come into the hour for tulips, those cups of sheer color.  If there is an exact point of red on the color spectrum it lives in the tulip.  Flurries of white pink cherry blossom petals fly off trees, giving ground to the minty green leaves.  Lilac flowers are waiting in the wings, right now just dusty dark purple nubs.  

Yesterday it rained all day.  A slender wet slug felt its way across the window screen.  Bird song coming through the open window is innovative and plentiful now. 

today

Trying to get back into a daily routine of writing/drawing in my journal.  It is a large hardbound journal with watercolor pages.  I used a micron pen and pencil.  I think it is kind of interesting to draw with the pen and then add shadows with a pencil.  The alligator was shaded with a brush pen.  I have a couple of the aqua brushes that I load with varying strengths of ink and water. 

elle decor

I love getting my Elle Decor magazine every month.  April's issue is about "stylish homes that embrace nature."  I have gotten this magazine for years.  I pour over it, tear out pages with my favorite rooms and put them in a file marked "decorating".  This month I loved the cover so much I decided just tearing it out was not enough, I had to paint it in my journal. 

reeth, yorkshire

Here is my first painting inspired by my trip to England.  It is a small, stone village in the Dales. 

a work in progress

I find it interesting to see a work take shape.  I usually begin with some pencil sketches, then a small pastel sketch, sometimes a larger one.  Here is the story of a painting of mountains and flower fields in Skagit Valley, Washington State:

the pastel sketch, 4" x4"

the painting begins in acrylic paint over a canvas I have toned the same color as the pastel paper, 24x36

developing the clouds

and the fields...

Now I switch to oil paint and begin working again on the clouds and the treeline and finally adding some foreground detail

Finished!

the lake district

We spent two days in the Lake District during my trip to England.  The first day we went hiking near the little town of Buttermere.  We followed the advice of the guy manning the parking lot who said we should walk around Lake Buttermere since the hills were draped in fog and perhaps rain.  We walked to the town and then found a lake, but the longer we walked the larger it seemed.  We finally met with another hiker who told us that it was Crummock Water.  Who knew there were two lakes!  We promptly abandoned the goal of walking around the lake and hiked up a hill instead. 

 I wanted to see the blue lakes reflecting the hills like in the photos I had seen.  Instead we got clouds, cold wind and rain that threatened us, spit at us, blew past us over the hill across the lake, but never actually drenched us.  Moody weather is what we got.  We pulled our hats down over our ears and tightened our scarves and hiked through it.  And it was marvelous.  Waves whipped up across the lake and challenged some intrepid kayakers.  We found that the British people and their sturdy dogs did not let weather keep them at home. 

We finished the day at a high plateau with an ancient stone circle created in 6,000 BC.  The stones were rough; they made me think of the remains of a mamoth skeleton sinking into the earth.  But they were arranged precisely in a circle and in tune with the heavens.  We lingered there hoping for a sunset behind the hills.  As I walked around I pondered the age of this circle put in place during the time of my hero, Abraham.  The clouds remained.  

On our second day we visited Dove Cottage, William Wordsworth's house.  You duck your head to enter the warm cozy living room and then wait a few minutes for your eyes to adjust to the low light of a fireplace and candles.  There was a portrait of the family dog, a border terrier, just like the ones we saw the night before in a pub in Keswick.  It was a charming little house.


As we hiked and drove through the Lake District I thought about the contrast with the American West.  We had hiked in the Rocky Mountains where the scope of the landscape is breathtaking.  I almost feel like an alien as I walked panting in the thin air up to the tree line.  I was clearly a visitor in such a place.  Wildlife was plentiful: moose, elk, coyotes--this was their home.  It was wilderness.

The Lake District by contrast melds the beauty of landscape with the softening touch of domestication.  Like a good marriage they go hand in hand over the years deepening their bond until it only seems natural for rock walls and foot paths to stitch across the hills.  Sheep with spray paint tatoos nestle at home in the bracken with amazing views of the lakes below.  Inhabited and visited for generations.  Poets have done the work here of absorbing and translating for us the voice of this place in every season. 

Is it a poetic place because their words sound in our heads or did the poets come here because it is a poetic place- a good spot to mine verse.