May 22, 2015

Urban Sketchers Never Stop (Even When They Ought)

by Róisín Curé in Dublin

I travelled from my home in Galway to Dublin last week for a 30-year school reunion. A lot of organisation went into getting 40 women together for dinner in Dublin on 14th May. Women flew in from Vienna, London, Scotland, France and I don't know where else, to be there. I took a Citylink bus from Galway which is somewhat less glamorous but no less comfortable than any of the airplanes or motor cars that carried my erstwhile classmates to Dublin.

I was parched when I got on the bus. In the past, complimentary bottles of water have been handed out as you board the bus, so when I saw the driver carrying two bottles I asked him if there were any going around. "Not on this service," he said, then gave me one of his anyway.

This is what it looked like:

I love Payne's Grey and I love Indigo in my tiny watercolour paintbox and I can't remember which I used, but I was happy as a sandboy - messing about with a sketch is my kind of bus journey.

I hadn't seen any of the girls I'd spent five formative years with since 1985, when everywhere you looked were bad perms, legwarmers and blue mascara - and that was just the boys' schools. Only joking, but I'm not exaggerating when I say the passage of time has only improved the girls I went to school with. I walked into the Cliff Townhouse on St. Stephen's Green (that's the posh end of Grafton St., which is the poshest street in Dublin) in my new dress, feeling far less nervous than I might have, which is a good sign, I think. I was determined to make a sketch while I was there, and I did manage a very quick one -

I had only had one small glass of wine by then, or maybe two, but the act of sketching banished cobwebs and I was suddenly stone-cold sober, which may not have been appropriate for a party which was getting decidedly animated but was okay because I had a very early start in the morning. The decibels and the pitch rose as the levels of wine went down and lots of group photos were taken. I'm not sure if a homemade sketch bag, a pair of jeans in a previous life, was quite the accessory for a sparkly red dress but getting my priorities right has never come naturally to me.

There were two more tables to the left behind a wall. The photos of the evening are doing the rounds now but I think a sketch adds considerably to the general feeling...I mean to add a bit of colour to the ladies' skin tones, and a touch of ruby for the wine, and then I'll pass it around to the ladies too.

The 8.45am Citylink back to Galway the following morning was every bit as comfortable as the way over. The lady in the seat next to me evidently felt the same as she had a nice snooze, and kept very still. I'm far too chicken to look at an awake person and draw them (unless they are distracted in some way), but full of courage when a person is out for the count.

Me and the ladies have planned to meet up again in five years' time. Perhaps I'll leave my sketching stuff at home next time...or make a nice gold-sequined sketch bag.

The Other Perspective

by Fred Lynch, Boston

Most of us know that to draw “in perspective” is to create the illusion of receding space on paper. Finding the horizon line and vanishing points help artists to understand, and to show, how things line up systematically in relation to our eye level. This is called linear perspective and it can be very helpful tool, or a very confusing puzzle, to an artist facing a scene. The development of perspective drawing is considered to be a major breakthrough of the early Renaissance. 
What fewer people consider is that there is another kind of drawing perspective that helps create the illusion of space, and that is atmospheric perspective - otherwise known as aerial perspective.

Using atmospheric perspective means reducing the focus and the contrast of things in the distance of a picture in order to suggest space. If we stand on a tall hill, we can notice that things in the distance are affected by the atmosphere between us. We are very familiar with the fact that objects lose details to our eyes, the further they are away. But also, if we were to hold up a piece of black or white paper, we'd see that far away things are reduced to a middle value, or darkness. Color, too, is affected by the atmosphere, casting a blue tint.

Recently, I came across two drawings created side-by-side in the late 1800's, by the terrific on-site artists, John Warwick Smith and Francis Towne. They were both British artists living and drawing in Italy.

Francis Towne

John Warwick Smith
Comparing drawings such as these is so interesting because it reminds us that making art is making choices. These two artists drew together, but made different choices. Even though they shared similar views, art materials and drawing styles, there are still clear distinctions between the works. For example, clearly, Smith was more interested in the foreground element of historic ruins - something that Towne overlooks completely.

More to the point, Smith uses "atmospheric perspective" in his picture as a device to to help focus his interest on the foreground ruins and contrast them with the distant town. The town is literally pale in comparison. Francis Towne, on the other hand, considers everything before him equally. There are only subtle differences between foreground and background, and that's because he has made the choice to talk about everything as a whole. He sees everything as equally important in his drawing.

So, which drawing is correct?
They're both correct.
The most important perspective is the artist's perspective - which is the point of the drawing itself. All the choices of an artist follow that.

May 21, 2015

Here's the church and here's the steeple

Marcia Milner-Brage, Cedar Falls, Iowa, USA

Our local newspaper, the Cedar Falls/Waterloo Courier, recently asked their readers: “What makes your neighborhood special? Be specific. Speak details”. Good question! When I draw where I live, I’m showing the specifics of my hometown of Cedar Falls, Iowa. Sometimes the specifics are quite mundane and ordinary (as Virginia Hein spoke in her most recent post). Sometimes the specifics are quite special.

There are twelve churches within a three-quarter mile radius from my house. That’s special!

I drew this on a recent Spring day at the end of April, finally warm enough to draw outdoors. And still bug-free enough to not be tormented. Standing on newly green grass, the steeple of New Redeemer Lutheran Church could be seen through the barely budding trees. Oh, and those glorious shadows of early Spring! 

See photos of the backstory and rough sketches of this drawing-in-the-making HERE, on the regional Urban Sketchers Midwest Blog.

2 Steeples in Winter

Two more of the twelve churches in my neighborhood. This was from several winters ago, drawn from my upstairs bedroom window. The steeple of First United Methodist Church is on the left, and St Patrick’s Catholic Church is on the right. Across the street from each other, they make quite a defining pair. In summer, I cannot see either through the density of leafy, tall trees. But, I can hear the carillon of First United through all seasons. That’s special, too!

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May 21, 2015

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May 20, 2015

More from New York

Suhita Shirodkar in New York

I do love sketching the big iconic buildings and touristy spots in New York (posted here). But there's so much more than just that to catch the eye. However often I visit, I'm surprised by what Ive've never seen and done before.

I’ve never visited Roosevelt Island. Until this time. Here is the Queensboro Bridge, sketched from the island, looking across towards Manhattan. We rode that red cable car into Manhattan. It was quite a ride.

One of my favorite things to do as I walk around the city is look up. ( you don't get to see much more than blue sky if you look up where I live in San Jose). The skyline anywhere in the city is endlessly fascinating.

And it often holds little surprises. Like this building where you can see the faint remnants of a painted advertisement, from the days when the elevated line ran by it.

Or you might spot a fabulous synagogue wedged between two nondescript buildings in the city.

I was fascinated by the dark underbelly of the subway line on Roosevelt Avenue in Queens.

And then there's green-awninged corner stores.

And bagel shops with a long queue of customers in the morning. If you're a local and have a recommendation for where I can find a great bialy the next time I'm in the city, let me know.

Can't miss sketching the hot dog and pretzel vendor ( with a soft serve icecream truck in the background as a bonus).

Or the musician in Central Park.

Have I mentioned before how much I love the city? More sketches from the city here on flickr.

Feira da Ladra

The feira da ladra market in Lisbon transforms a place with some historical monumentality in an improvisational space and wonderful chaos.

Optimist Sailing in Kinsale, Co. Cork: My Kids are Alone on the Ocean!

by Róisín Curé in Kinsale, Co. Cork

It's strange and somewhat uncomfortable to think about your ten-year-old child alone in the middle of the ocean, especially if you're a mother inclined to think the worst. So maybe the fact that two of my children sail Optimist dinghies in the rough water off the west coast of Ireland is as good for me as it is for them. I don't worry about the thirteen-year-old - he is a well-built fella and has been sailing for years, but I did when he started. Now, I dismiss bad thoughts of endless deep, dark, cold water underneath my little darlings (aaaarggh!) and think of the fact that they are being turned into confident and independent young people.

I used to send my husband and son off on their own on their sailing trips. Now that the youngest sails too, I join them. The first such trip was in Baltimore, Co. Cork in February, and the weekend just gone was the second, the Munsters Optimist Championships in Kinsale, Co. Cork.

I came fully prepared to sketch, knowing that I would have lots of free time. My first sketch was done as the sailors prepared to launch on the first morning.

The scale is a bit wonky, but no matter. A little blonde girl saw what I was doing. She's a very lively, bubbly little thing. "That's my Dad! You've drawn my Dad!" she kept saying, telling anyone she could. I love that aspect about live sketching - the simple joy you give to whomever has been captured in the sketch. I teased the two men (who are friends of mine) about the fact that they were easy to draw because they don't move much.

As the youngsters launched, I drew them on the slip. Now we're talking seriously wonky scale, but I'm not proud! Well, I am, but I think it is good for one's character to try to be less so.

That teeny-weeny Optimist on the right in the foreground? I could say that it was a special small one for a little elf who wanted to join in but the truth is much less interesting. I just got it heartily wrong. The same goes for the two men walking up the slip in their waders - they needed to be further back to be the right size.
Never mind - onwards and upwards. The sun came out and I drew the beautiful Kinsale Sailing Club clubhouse, a very impressive spot altogether. I knew I would have lots of time for the upper part of the sketch, so I spent a while on that. So long, in fact, that my eyes went all blurry. I carefully left the bottom part blank so that I could put the boats in when they returned.

They came back just as I was deciding that urban sketching is too hard on the eyes, leaving me no choice but to get back to my little folding stool and draw like a maniac. The first thing a returning sailor does is take down the sail, so I had to be fast - also, any Optimists that parked (or whatever they do) in the foreground would obscure the clubhouse I'd just drawn. The little blonde girl in the foreground is the one whose daddy I drew earlier.
You can see lots of folk enjoying drinks and chats on the balcony. When I'd finished my sketch I joined them for a pint up there which was lovely but far too short-lived - no sooner had I sat down than it was time to gather the kids and go and find something to eat (Kinsale is known for its gastronomy, so we did eat very well).

Next day, my daughter told me she and her friend (the little blonde one, again) had found the perfect spot for me to draw, just at the top of the steps.

That's looking almost exactly in the opposite direction as my previous sketch. The man in the foreground, Brian, very kindly gave my husband a bottle of water to take out on the rib, as he would be out in the bay for many hours, and I had mislaid the one he'd bought somewhere. As a way of saying "thank you" I put him into the sketch. I hope he likes it.
Kinsale is a very fancy town - as well as the superlative restaurants (with some pretty superlative prices to match) the town is full of yachting types. You can see some of the yachts moored in Kinsale Yacht Club at the top left.

Kinsale town is very beautiful, full of exquisite buildings painting in vivid colours. I had to choose a subject for my last sketch of the weekend, and I did consider drawing one of the adorable colourful houses of the town itself - but even though they are really very beautiful, I was uninspired - not sure why, but it's hard to fathom these things. I had passed the entrance to the yacht club the evening we arrived and thought it would make a lovely drawing, and chose to spend my last sketching hours drawing it. I sat on the side of the street opposite it and people were very friendly as they passed.

The kids returned and we prepared to leave. They had done very well in their races. My son had been doing better than he had ever done, but the sea was very rough and he capsized, losing his position. But he was sanguine - he nearly always is anyway - and both kids were very happy on the journey home.
"There were loads of people going in and out of the gate," I said to my husband as we drove past the entrance to the Yacht Club on the way home. "I have no idea why - there's nothing there but boats." "They are staying on the boats," he said, "sleeping there and so on."
"Sounds amazing," I said.

Maybe I'll find out one day: maybe my children will become so enamoured of sailing that by hook or by crook they'll buy a swanky yacht someday. And I'll sit on the deck and draw. I won't have to dwell on the deep, dark, cold water underneath, because in this particular pipe-dream it will be turquoise, warm and sparkly...

More on my website here.

May 19, 2015

Sketching on an Ordinary Day...

These days I like to sketch all kinds of things, wherever I am, but my favorite kind of sketching has to be the ordinary, everyday moments--like stealing a leisurely weekday lunch to draw an "ordinary" neighborhood scene.  But that's the thing--I don't think any scene is ordinary!  The beauty of the familiar, the ordinary--is that it's never really the same.  The light, the weather, and of course the people bring infinite variety to the scene.  So...this is an ordinary view on a cloudy day in May, at the Highland Cafe in Los Angeles...

Jerusalem Sketchbook

Guest post by Sunil Shinde

I spent a week and a half in April with my 13-year-old daughter in Jerusalem and Jordan. Lip smacking fresh food, culture dating back to biblical times and beyond, variety of landscape that covered everything from desert to beaches: For first timers in the Middle East, the trip provided us with a great cross section of what to expect from this region.

I used to be an avid photographer, but gave away my camera to pick up the brush. Of all the reasons that made the change necessary, none forced it more than a simple fact: The camera kept coming between me and my surroundings more than I like. Since this was the second vacation I have undertaken with a Stillman and Birn instead of an SD Card, I was much better prepared.

The preparation helped me have more fun than I ever had on a cultural trip.

The Western Wall, the Temple Mount and the beautiful Dome of the Rock

Jerusalem is a country the size of a county with all the problems of a continent. This is most apparent at the Western Wall, the holiest site for Judaism within a whistling distance of the Dome of the Rock, the second holiest site for Muslims.

The Dome of the Rock atop the Temple Mount

I managed to gain free access to the Temple Mount only on my third try. And even then I had to stand and sketch as the Uzi-totting, camouflage clad commando would not let me, a non-Muslim, sit down with a book open.

The Dome of the Rock atop the Temple Mount

The atmosphere was tense the first two times we visited the Muslim sacred place. Pilgrims in religious frenzy chanted “Allah hu-Akhbar” repeatedly. There was some pushing and scuffles. Rhea was nervous. But surrounded by the most elite commandoes of the IDF, I have never felt more safe.

Rhea browsing an antique shop in the Muslim Quarter

Though most of our other favorite spots were in the Muslim Quarter where the kebabs were fantastic and the antiques plentiful.

A salesman attending to his shop in the Christian Quarter

Our favorite restaurant outside the Church of Holy Sepulcher

Every day in the old city of Jerusalem, we retired to a hole-in-the-wall eatery kitty-corner with the Church of Holy Sepulcher to gorge on crunchy falafel, soft pita and fresh Arabic salad.

Church of the Redeemer, my favorite sketching spot not too far from our favorite restaurant

Muristan, Muslim Quarters

The Monastery of Flagellation on the Via Delarosa

Artifacts in the Israel Museum

Façade of the Holy Church of Sepulcher

I filled an entire sketch book in our four days in Jerusalem. And here I was worried that I would not have enough to sketch in the entire trip.

Sunil lives in Seattle with his 13-year-old daughter. When he is not traveling, he manages a technology business focused on new-age customer experiences. You can view more of his sketches here on his blog.

Janise Joplin brings her amazing voice to the Orlando International Fringe Festival.

 By Thor in Orlando Florida

Andy Matchett the show's author and director invited me to a dress rehearsal for Janice Joplin, Little Girl BIue starring Kaleigh Baker.  The rehearsal was in Castle Door Recording Studio on Kentucky Avenue in Winter Park. This was the perfect setting for this show. From the moment I entered the recording studio, I felt like I had stepped back into the 60s.

 As I approached the sound studio on foot, I saw costume designer Sara Grey struggling to push a tall rack of 60's outfits towards the entrance. The wheels caught on every bump in the pavement causing her to have to pause every few feet to lift the rack up. Because of her I knew I was in the right place. I helped her get the costumes through the door. It turns out that Kaleigh and a band member had to perform at the Fringe opening ceremonies that night, so that gave Sara an hour to hand out costumes and make any adjustments. When Andy arrived, he offered me a Yuengling  before the rehearsal started and I felt the thrill of being in a recording studio with so much raw talent. I had sketched Kaleigh Baker before at smokey dives like Tanquerey's downtown and I knew that she is the one person who could sing like Janice.

The show presents an in-depth and passionate look at the life, music and untimely death of one of Music's greatest icons: Janis Joplin. Baker swells in volume as she moves from a solo rendition of "What Good Can Drinkin Do?" to an explosive 8 piece band backing her on hits like "Peace of My Heart" and "Get It While You Can". Laura Joplin (Amanda Warren) sat and spoke about her sister Janice. She painted a picture of Janice as a child that never fit in who was bullied and harassed by fellow students. There was a hint of envy in her words and I loved that Janice had overcome her past and her music helped her soar.

The scene that I saw rehearsed several times involved Jimmy Hendrix (Pascal Sacleux) taking the place of one of the guitarists on stage (Jeff Nolan).  In shock the guitarist walks off stage. The following instrumental performance blew the roof off. Hendrix exuded confidence and he made love to Janice with his guitar with wild abandon. By the end of the performance he lay the guitar on the ground and caressed its strings like an out of control lover. After one performance in which Janice sang her heart out, a band member shouted out "I don't know what that was, but it was out of control!" "Damn right!" I thought. "That was absolute wild magic!" I thought the scene had ended and I laughed and shouted in delight. The scene hadn't ended I had forgotten this was a rehearsal. For a moment I was in the studio with the real Janice Joplin and I wanted her to burn bright. I loved how she could let go.

Magic happened in the studio that night. Janice Joplin will blow your mind at this year's Orlando International Fringe Festival.

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Tourists in Isfahan

French tourists in Chehel Sotoun palace

Chehel Sotoun palace

Here are many tourist attractions in my country. Isfahan is also a cultural city in country. Tourists come here from around the world. These are some sketches of them. I wish you enjoy these works.

Women have to wear a Hijab (head scarf) in Iran.

Some tourists from Switzerland

Some tourists from East Asia

Some Australian tourists in Naqshe-Jahan square.

I have worked on some of these sketches in Photoshop. You may like to check them in my blog.

May 18, 2015

The blob

by Shari Blaukopf, Montreal, Canada

I love using ink pens, especially the Platinum Carbon pen that has a flexible nib which comes as close to a dip pen as I have found. I often use the pen twice during the sketch, once before the wash and once after in places where the darks need a little boost. I was just finishing this sketch (Stewart Hall in Pointe Claire) when I turned my head for a minute — pen poised above the paper —to look at some kids playing in the grass nearby. When I looked back at my sketch there were three blobs of ink that had dripped out of the pen onto the paper. Yikes. I was pretty certain this sketch would be a write-off but I managed to integrate the blobs into the texture of the grass. Can you see them? They are around the tree on the right side, and luckily not in the sky where they would have been much harder to hide. That's what makes location sketching fun, I guess. Working with the unexpected.

Back in New York: The joy of being a Tourist

Last month I visited New York on what is always way-too-short a visit. Part of what I love about the city is that I know and love it from having lived there for a sort time. But I also love that I can still just be a tourist in the city: I go visit terribly touristy spots, draw iconic buildings, do things local would never do!

I visit (oh my goodness!) Times Square. If it weren't so much fun to draw the madness, I doubt I'd want to be here, though: it is a zoo!

times_square2 times_square1
And then there's Grand Central Station, another haven for drawing crowds.
The Natural History Museum, where I LOVE the dioramas with the Asian and African animals. The kids, though, they hang out in the dinosaur section the longest. So I sketch dinosaur bones. And people photographing dinosaur bones.
Then there's all my favorite buildings.
The Flatiron and the Empire State, both of which I can sketch from practically the same spot.

And then there's the more distant view of my favoritest one, the Chrysler Building.

And the miniature sailboats on the pond at Central Park.
The Grand Hall at the Metropolitan Museum, where I stood in line forever to buy tickets.
And a sketch from the High Line, which was packed with people the day I visited.
Lots more of my sketches, including some less touristy ones, here on flickr.