It’s too late in the year to have an outdoor sketchcrawl in Quebec City. We did it anyway. Our group met at 10AM at the Mt. Herman Cemetery, a large expanse of rolling hills, tall white pines, oaks and maples and an ambiance that makes one want to meditate. There’s a haiku group that meets weekly just to sit and write haiku poems. I can understand why.
But we were there to draw. Mark Brennan, one of the nicest guys in all of Quebec City and director of the cemetery, offered us the facilities of his building so we had toilet facilities as well as a kitchen and table around which we could sit for lunch. As it turned out this really put the frosting on our sketchcrawl cake.
We went out to sketch and after some wandering, I sat down to draw a monument with a statue on top. I had just done some organizational lines when Rene came over, introduced himself and told me that there were some other people that had just arrived. So, as the organizer, I grabbed my stuff and hoofed it back up the hill to welcome people. The cemetery is huge so it was no small feat to find everyone but find them I did, all busy sketching and in no need of my smiling face. I gave it to them anyway.
I was heading back down to my sketching location when I met someone and that encounter became an hour-long discussion of fountain pens and inks. Eventually I realized that there was something of an information overload occurring and so I told her I’d send her some links to the products we’d been talking about (Goulet Pens should give me cut) and I finally got back to sketching.
I got a few more lines drawn before I saw Rene and Gilles walking along the road and realized that we’d agreed to meet at the house at noon for lunch. Guess what time it was. So, once again, I packed up and walked with them. Lunch was fun as we sat around talking (well, mostly I listened as I still have a hard time maintaining a conversation in French), some other people arrived, and we were having a bit of a party, sharing sketchbooks, talking about the virtues of gathering to sketch, etc.
Having had food, drink and comraderie, we headed back out to sketch and I was determined to finish at least one sketch so I headed immediately back to my statue. It was now 3 1/2 hours into our sketchcrawl and I’d sketched no more than 15 minutes of it but I was having a lot of fun. Sometimes it’s just not about the drawing.
It had also cooled somewhat and my Arizona bones were hurting, literally. My arthritis and the cold froze up my hands to the point where I was having a hard time holding the pen and getting a straight line was out of the question. But I finished the sketch and then ran over to a car full of sketchers and spent a few minutes inside warming up (grin).
In all, we had a dozen sketchers, enjoying one of those ‘crisp fall days’ that authors talk about. We sketchers call them ‘awfully cold’ but we did have fun. Thanks to everyone who came and to Mark Brennan who made it all possible.
Wow, Larry, that’s fantastic! A good friend of mine is buried in that cemetery, so I always enjoy your posts about it. She’s in a spot where the view of the fleuve is superb … as she wished.
It is one of the most beautiful cemeteries being made so welcome by the director makes it particularly inviting. — Larry
I smiled reading about your “troubles” getting pen to paper. I´m waiting for snow to succeed the rain, which really makes it impossible to sketch outdoors. Also, I´m sketching ideas on home-knit gloves for sketching, with pockets for hot pads. There must be ways around the freezing!
Once it starts snowing here it’ll be too cold for me to be outdoors. I’ve tried several thin gloves and I really have trouble maintaining control over the pen while wearing gloves. My Arizona heritage, however, makes this almost a moot point as cold and me don’t get along all that well. The borderline ‘tolerable’ we’re having right now is unusual and we’re quite a bit above our ‘norms’ for this time of year. — Larry