It's not technically colour, and I am cheating even before I have got started. It's one last scan from that sketch book with the colourful pages. And bright red is a colour. A very good christmassy colour to boot.
Just have no time to play with my paints or anything over the last few Family filled days.
Found 2 pens yesterday. A red one outside the British Library. And a black one on the Tube on the way to Shepherds Bush.
Later, when I was trying them out, to see it they still worked, and were truly lost, as opposed to just thrown away, a girl stopped in front of me wearing a red and black shawl. The perfect opportunity.
She was with a gang of friends, who were all larking about, but she remained aloof from their foolery.
Just read a challenge to list 15 artists who inspire you and keep you moving towards that goal.
I didn't need any time at all to come up with my list. Putting it here for want of anything else to do with it. Sorry, had to be done.
Always top of any list like this -
John Singer Sargent
John Sell Cotman
Richard Parkes Bonington
George Baselitz ( recent addition )
Who ever I see next.
So, here I am. The last sketch of the challenge. Strange. Didn't think I would be posting from an (almost) snowed in art dept in Luxembourg when I started it. In truth I thought it would get abandoned half way through.
But I have enjoyed this so much, and met some great people in the process. Big thanks to everyone who has been by, and everyone who commented, and, absolutely, everyone who 'sat' for me, however unwittingly. Not done with this, but for the moment...
... one last sketch. Number 365
A girl, in the park on that brilliant summer sunday. Took a long time to choose. But, from the current cold grip to the lazy warmth of that day...
This guy was half sitting in the same Oberweis cafe, trying to eat a sandwich, whilst also gainfully keeping his baby entertained with a roll of kitchen foil.
He would get two hurried bites, and a slurp of coffee, and the baby would hurl the kitchen foil out onto the floor. He would stoop to reach it, wave it at the baby until the baby reached for it. Then grab another bite. It was the fastest sandwich ever eaten.
This woman sat, almost guarding an Oberweis box. Now Oberweis is an amazing cake shop in Luxembourg. I can personally vouch for their eclairs.
Her friend joined her and she opened the box and lovingly displayed the cakes. They both gazed at them with utter reverence, then started to take photos of them, from many angles, before finally closing the lid and carrying them away.
I saw them again later, still cradling the box. I hope the pleasure they got from eating was equal to the moment.
Was in the huge supermarket on Kirchberg, Auchan, in Luxembourg, and took the chance to catch a few people, want to finish this blog on new people, and not have to fall back on the older sketches I have stored.
This is one of the check out girls, with her colourful obligatory scarf and name badge.
Got to mark this number as I am sitting here with a little time, before I have to go down to the studio and do some work.
Who will get this number ? Let's have a rummage.
Ah, I am going to break my rule. This is Pascal
We were shooting really late in a hotel in the town centre, I mean really late, 3.00 / 4.00 in the morning late. And people were taking advantage of the comfy sofas we had dressed in the foyer to grab a few moments between needing to leap up and work. And I sketched a few people, and really like this one.
Pascal has the original, this is a scan from the photocopy I took, to keep in the book.
Have some more sketches but not the time to sit and scan and sort, so they will have to wait till later.
For now, two from an old sketch book...
Love the way I have smushed her face around. Not very flattering, but this is the kind of stuff that gets me excited about drawing, when you push yourself and the subject as far as you can and still be pleased with the image.
Went to pick up my (current) boss from Luxembourg Airport, and her flight was delayed, and I had my note book with me, hurrah !!!
So caught some fresh fish.
This woman's track suit top was lime green, a brilliant colour. She knew someone else who was waiting to meet a flight, and they chatted as they stood together, until their 'people' came in.
Then one of the guys from the other film turned up to pick someone up too, so I had someone to talk with, and, if only for a moment, looked like I belonged there, like the lime green lady.
Then there was this bloke.
Who had a bunch of flowers wrapped in orange cellophane. He paced around a while, then sat and sent SMS's. Meeting a lover perhaps ? Was intrigued. He decided to take the cellophane off, and shoved it, crunching, in a bin, then stood watching the doors. And there was a small toy Witch nestled in amongst the blood orange gerberas and palm leaves.
A woman came through, steering a trolley solid with suitcases, and a little blonde girl perched atop. He met them quietly, a kiss and the girl, clearly his daughter, added the flowers to the pile. A man who brings flowers to meet his wife and daughter at the airport. There is a whole world in that.
Give him his dues.
There is a brilliant temporary anxiety both sides of doors like these, for the passengers, that doubt that, having left the earth's security, you might never be relocated back on it. Will there be someone to meet me ? Will my spot of gravity still be there ?
For the waiters, the worry of missing the person you have come for, the worry of who they will be ? If it is a stranger, will they see your company board, will they want to ride upfront and chatty, or in the back, and sullen ?
If it is family, or friends, or significant others, how will this time away have changed them ? Time spent without you ?
Airports are where you can see the gaps the world opens in us.