However, Mr. M. spent his youth on the beach as soon as the weather allowed, since he grew up very close to the Mediterranean. He LUVs the beach, so I agreed to go with him for a day at Korba (beach town an hour and a half South of us).
I did thumbnail sketches on the way down with a ballpoint pen and colored pencils.
True, there was a pleasant sea breeze keeping the temperature down and I did enjoy one 15 minute dip, more or less.
Most of the time, I sat in my folding chair under the parasol and sketched people as discreetly as possible. Why this man was trying to fix his bait and fish on a crowded beach beats me. Seemed dangerous to me...
Then there was the sleeping baby with his mother...full sun...seemed unreasonable to me as well...
Eventually, I got fed up and switched to stitching. I think I am becoming the Reluctant Sketcher again.
Instant calm as I worked on a red on black piece in the Book of Etudes. The lobster red was a fairly accurate description of my skin when I ran out of sun screen...sigh.
Here's the problem: I have accumulated a good deal of material in my sketchbooks and I'm beginning to itch to express that into something larger (maybe life-size?) in fabric. I need to digest and then reflect on it all and interpret it into my own visual vocabulary.
Paper is beginning to annoy me.
I think I lost Nadia someplace over the last couple of years.
Anyone seen her around?
Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday."