Meet the Correspondent: Marina Grechanik > Tel-Aviv, Israel$show=/search/label/Marina%20Grechanik

"Sketching is one of my passions. I don't feel comfortable when I leave home without a sketchbook and some pens in my bag. I think that my way to put things in my memory is to draw them. And taking pictures isn't the same thing.

I live in a very dynamic surrounding — Israel is a warm country with warm weather and warm people. Of course, we have seashores, which calm us a little bit. I love to sit in a corner of some Tel-Aviv coffee shop and explore relationships: between people, their environment, between myself. All this unique local mix of cultures, languages and styles is always a great source for inspiration. You need to be fast, because, as I said, everything is very dynamic. But that's why I love it so much.

Sometimes, I look around, and I find some usual items like sugar bags or napkins. I use them in my drawings to show the atmosphere. Sometimes I draw directly on placemats."

• Marina's art on Flickr.
• Marina's website.

Meet the Correspondent: Tina Koyama > Seattle$show=/search/label/tina%20koyama

"The dictionary says that a hobby is “an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation.” Although urban sketching certainly provides both pleasure and relaxation, I don’t think of it as my hobby. I think of it more as a way of life – something that has become such a normal part of my everydayness that it shapes how I view the world.

For most of my life I had both the fear of drawing as well as the desire to draw. In 2011, inspired by Gabi Campanario’s Seattle Sketcher column, I finally decided to overcome the fear. His drawings of Seattle – my birthplace and lifelong home – were of sights that I had seen many times, yet had never truly seen. I wanted to learn to see, and therefore experience, those locations (and any new ones that I travel to) more completely. Part 8 of the Urban Sketchers Manifesto, to “show the world, one drawing at a time,” has a flip side: Sketching enables me to see my own world, one drawing at a time.

In the last four years, it is not an exaggeration to say that Urban Sketchers has changed my life. I have met and sketched with many wonderful people around the globe, either at symposiums or during other travel, because the USk network brought us together. I sketch almost weekly with my local group, sharing sketches, art supplies and friendship. Even when I stay home and enjoy sketches online, I am still a part of that rich network, learning with every sketch about other people’s lives.

In May, my husband Greg and I went to France for the first time, and I sketched the Eiffel Tower. Sketching one of the world’s most famous icons felt like a dream come true – the ultimate in urban sketching. But although I can’t resist sketching world-famous icons whenever I’m fortunate enough to see them, for me, urban sketching is much more than that.

Urban sketching is a tree with its middle chopped away to accommodate Seattle’s ubiquitous power lines. It’s about a couple of women chatting over coffee, or about workers roofing the house next door. It’s about an excavator filling a hole where a cherry tree once stood. Or the Tibetan monastery I drive by frequently that I couldn’t resist because it’s bright orange. Urban sketching is a string band performing at a local farmers’ market – or perhaps in Villefranche-sur-Mer.

Celebrating the mundane as well as the famous is what urban sketching is all about. My sketches are not necessarily about “special” moments; they are moments made special because I sketched them."

Tina has been editor of Drawing Attention since 2013 and now serves on the Urban Sketchers editorial board. See more of her sketches on her blog, on Flickr and on Instagram.

Meet the Correspondent: Pete Scully > Davis, Calif.$show=/search/label/Pete%20Scully

"I am from urban north London, but now live in urbane Davis California. I sketch, I write, sometimes do things and go places and my name is Pete.

When not Davis, I sketch Sacramento, San Francisco, London, or anywhere else I happen to be. I tend to erase people and cars from my cities, but I'm starting to get over this.

Davis: calm, old-fashioned, progressive, quirky, very very hot in the summer. I use micron and copic pens, with watercolour."

• Pete's blog.
• Pete's art on Flickr.

Meet the Correspondent: Suhita Shirodkar > San Jose, Calif.$show=/search/label/Suhita%20Shirodkar

"I was born in Mumbai (Bombay) and lived in different parts of India until I moved to San Jose, California, where I now live.

Travel inspires my art, but, traveling or not, I try to view the world around me as a traveller would; so whether I’m capturing a moment of calm on the banks of the Ganges in India, or sketching over coffee at my local coffee shop, I aim to look deeply, and with wonder, at both the everyday and the exotic, the old and the new.

I love color. My sketch kit consists of Extra Fine Sharpies (the fact that they bleed into the paper as soon as they touch it works really well for me—it forces me to work super-quick), a small set of Prismacolor pencils and a little watercolor travel set".

Meet the Correspondent: Omar Jaramillo > Berlin$show=/search/label/Omar%20Jaramillo

"I was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador, where I studied architecture. I moved to Kassel (Germany) in 1999 to accomplish a master degree. Although I have always drawn and paint, it was not until I started studying in the Uni-Kassel, that I started keeping a travel sketchbook. I had a teacher there who used to do a lot of sketches when he travelled on university excursions. When he retired, I helped to organize an exhibition of his sketches. He brought a huge box full of sketchbooks he had filled since he was an architecture student. I spent a whole day selecting the most interesting drawings. It was a wonderful experience that opened my eyes to a new world. In the last 10 years I have the feeling of being in a long journey. I like to discover the cities where I live, to understand why a place is the way it is and what makes it different and unique from others. Drawing is for me a way to learn to love a place, to become part of it. I like to draw architecture but I am more attracted to urban scenery, portraying how people live in the city. Since I’m a foreigner, everything that locals find normal and taken-for-granted, for me is exotic. I always carry a small watercolor travel set from Windsor and Newton and my sketchbook in my bag. I always thought that drawing was a solitary experience until I found Urban Sketchers. It was amazing to find so many people doing the same thing. It is a great place to share!" • Omar's blog. • Omar's art on flickr. • Omar's website.

Meet the Correspondent: Luis Ruiz > Malaga, Spain$show=/search/label/Luis%20Ruiz

The End of Winter: Sunshine and Sailors in Southwest Ireland

[by Róisín Curé in Baltimore, Cork] It's February and that means Sailing Week for Optimist dinghies in Baltimore, Co. Cork, when kids from all over Ireland pack their boats, their rugby balls and their hover boards and descend on the small fishing village on the southernmost tip of Ireland. Their mums and dads don their striped Breton tops, their Helly Hansen and Musto gear - whether or not they are sailing - and we all have a jolly time at this rocky little spot on the sea. This year we had just one sailor in the family, her brother having moved on to a bigger craft last year. She was dreading the week, and it wasn't too surprising - the prospect of sailing in the open Atlantic in February with nothing but a tiny dinghy between her and the cold, greeny-blue water, a dinghy of which she and she alone was captain and crew, wasn't one that inspired enthusiasm. (I soon discovered that many other children felt the same way.) Our eleven-year-old sailor made it perfectly clear that this week would be her last to sail, forever...unless we got her a dog. It isn't happening.

The week started on Sunday with the children's first day out on the bay nestled between Baltimore and Sherkin Island, which is the ideal place to get youngsters sailing, as it's sheltered. After weeks - months - of storms the weather gods decided to give us a break, and Sunday was lovely. But the gods surpassed themselves on Monday and we had one of those rare days when the sun shone with real warmth, not a cloud in the sky. My husband and I and our non-Optimist-sailing son went to Lough Ine, not far from Baltimore, a salt water lake connected to the sea by the narrowest of gullies. The lake was the most incredible colour - not quite jade, not quite turquoise, but something akin to both, and so still that staring into the water you couldn't say where air ended and lake began. A local man with about three teeth stood smiling at the water's edge.
"Any eggs?" he said.
I bought six beautiful duck eggs from him: I had a birthday cake to make, as our older daughter was turning sixteen the following day, and I'd heard duck eggs were great for making a Victoria sponge. (In the event, the sponge wasn't great, despite the wonderful eggs.)

When we returned I drew Baltimore Castle, which dates back to the 13th century.

Lads sat outside Bushes Bar and chatted as they drank and smoked. You can see some of them in the sketch. The rich tan of the fellow with the cigarette wasn't generated in Cork, alas: the sun, although the best of the year so far, was deceptive and I got very cold, and lost patience with a dog in the care of a lady at a nearby table who had the most ear-splitting, high-pitched bark (the dog, not the lady).
"What are you trying to tell us?" said the lady.
To hurry up and finish your drink. Clearly.
It was so cold that the paint simply wouldn't dry on the page and my colours kept bleeding into each other. Ah well - good for a control freak.

It rained without a single moment's respite all day Tuesday, but by Wednesday all was sunshine again. I climbed to the Beacon, a tall concrete structure built to mark the entrance to the bay, like a lighthouse without any light or personnel. It's very much an icon of Baltimore.

There is a sheer drop just to the right of the sketch, the grass giving way to thin air. You wouldn't want to be scared of heights when you peer over, which I am, so I only took a quick glance. The jagged cliffs are ominous and the sea is treacherous so one must take care. I started to sketch a tourist in a yellow anorak at the base of the Beacon but he nipped around the other side. You can see his ghostly outline at the base, giving you an idea of the scale of the thing.

Thursday morning I drew the view from Bushes Bar, where it was warm and cosy. The week is really social and friends drifted in and out, drinking coffee and eating scones and generally shooting the breeze. I contributed in no small measure to the chatter, which is why a quick sketch took nearly two hours.

You can see the Optimists in the bay. They made a lovely sight in the morning sun. Two dogs sniffed each other, both on a lead, but I wasn't quick enough to get the owners in too, so they look like superannuated dogs, free as the birds. The barrel and the red stools are the very ones that the tanned man and his friend in the top sketch were sitting at. That's Sherkin Island in the distance, which tells you how sheltered the bay is for the children. The kids were shepherded around in groups of about eight, each under the care of an instructor. Our daughter's instructor was fantastic, and although our girl was beaming from ear to ear every time we saw her, she was still insisting that Friday was the last day she would ever sail (unless she got a dog). Because it would be the last time she would ever sail, I though I'd better draw her launching her boat. That's her in the pink hat with the orange bobble. Trouble was, I must have been concentrating hard, as I missed her launching, even though I had been watching out for her from the very first boat to launch. So I put her in after she'd returned to shore, while she was de-rigging, figuring she'd never notice. She did.
"The sea wasn't half as nice-looking as that," she said. "And I wasn't launched by that guy in the yellow sleeves, I was launched by Conor, on the other side of the slip. Definitely not that guy."

The other two lads are from our club, Galway Bay Sailing Club, too - I could have sketched any one of the 135-odd sailors, so I thought I'd draw our own. We travel all over the country with the other parents from the club, so they've become our good friends. My husband Marcel was on slip duty on Thursday, helping the kids in and out of the water, so I drew him too. That's him on the right in the blue trousers.

A few sailing children in drysuits watched me sketch.
"Did you sketch here last year?" said one young girl. "And did you write something on some website about it?"
"That's me," I said.
"My mum read that," she said, "and that's why she decided to come down here this year."
I don't know if my article had anything whatsoever to do with her mother's decision to come, but that comment will stay in my heart forever.

Friday was a good day for a race, apparently - a fair bit of wind, which would provide the poor young sailors with a "challenge". Rather them than me, but that's the beauty of Sailing Week and Optimist dinghies in general - get the kids into it young enough and it is incredible what they can and do achieve. They spend five hours or more out there, with their lunch in little waterproof containers. I think they are most impressive, but the driving force in our family when it comes to sailing is my husband and not me, and I'm so grateful for what he's done, even if our youngest felt otherwise. Prize giving took place later that evening. I choked up when a young girl was awarded a prize for going back and helping another sailor who'd capsized, despite it being in the middle of a race. It's by no means the first time I've heard that sort of thing (the sailing kids are wonderful little people) so I should have remained unmoved but it's not possible. Our daughter, who had just sailed her last ever race, was awarded the prize in her group for Best Improver.

Later that evening I received some sad news about an unwell and far-away relative. A gloom descended on me and my husband and I repaired to Bushes for a pint, as our children were with friends. I wondered if I could lose myself in a sketch if I gave it a go, choosing the very busy wall opposite me. Sure enough, I was soon lost in lines and shapes and was only dimly aware of a tiny girl watching me sketch. After a while I got up to leave, but a hand on my arm stopped me.
"Thank you," said a man.
"For what?" I asked.
"My daughter very much enjoyed watching you sketch," he said. "That's her granddad in the photo on the piano, and he was sitting there in the corner, just over there. She said you were drawing everything - she loved it all."
Well. All I did was make a sketch. So lovely to make a little girl happy while I was about it.
Out we went into the still night air, rugby balls flying everywhere, hover boards weaving through Baltimore's single (empty) street. Boats on the tops of cars all packed up to go. Not for the first time I wished I could stay indefinitely, but we were leaving in the morning.

Back in Galway on Saturday evening, my husband was trying to tell our younger daughter where she'd gone wrong in her race (although she did very well, better than she'd done all week). I wasn't really listening but I heard her say something about the Optimist races she'd be attending during the summer. That was a surprise, coming from someone who was so determined to quit just a day earlier. There's still an outside chance we'll be back next year, with a still-enthusiastic Optimist sailor in tow.

But will we have a dog in tow, too?

Me, my mate Lorraine and her little dog at Lough Ine...that's me on the left





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