You know I can't resist a cello. Something about the curve of the neck or the little twiddly bits...
Went to the Wakefield Hepworth gallery. A beautiful building inside and out. Go.
And there was a cello recital by Ryan Madhok in one of the galleries.
Sketches not the best by any standards but such a pleasure
He sat in front of a huge William Scott painting which made the composition even better. William Scott is one of those British Painters whose work you walk past in the Tate and think nothing of. Until you see a whole room full of them, and then you fall in love and wonder why you ever walked past them in the first place. I urge you, if you haven't already, go and look at them. Properly. Wonders.
This guy was with a mate who talked the whole time and he just nodded and agreed with him, and looked ever so slightly bored with the flood of opinion his mate had.
Friendship often has such moments.
This guy had been shopping in Manchester city centre and I liked the designer bag on the seat beside him. Bags that stand up on their own, so the thing inside can be tiny tiny, but the bag bigs it up and makes it ultra important.
This girl dozed on the train in the sunlight, with a shawl wrapped over her arms and shoulders, which accentuated her face even more. I started a second sketch of her because she was so good, but, and I'm not sure if she was aware of me or if it was just sun avoidance, but she then draped the shawl over her face so all I had was a tuft of hair sticking out the top.