I started French classes last week and it sucked the life, or at least the time out of my sketching week. So I hit the four-day weekend called Easter with wild abandon, sketchbook in hand.
I’ve already reported on my Friday adventure with Yvan and Claudette but on Saturday I met Yvan at the museum and we sketched and talked about sketching. Yvan has incredible patience and I have an endless stream of questions.
Then we headed downtown to see Terry Bouton, sitting in her window again. This time she was doing quick oil paintings, on mylar, while people posed for her.
From there we went to the library and did some quick-sketching of people sitting outside, while we sat in comfy chairs looking out at them. Life is sweet.
Sunday was a repeat performance. Yvan and I had a great time sketching at the museum but as it was supposed to be warm in the afternoon, I had my eye on the door.
By the time we left, though, I was hungry…very hungry and I don’t think about much besides food when I’m hungry 🙂
We wandered around the old port area, assessing the situation there. The ice is gone from the St. Lawrence but the personal boat harbor is still iced over. We successfully added to our list of ‘gotta sketch…’ subjects. By the time we got to the Farmer’s Market we decided we had to sketch something and, jointly, chose to sketch of one of the hotels (it has great tower in the middle of it) and the convent that’s behind it.
It was only as we were setting up that I realized that I didn’t have a large sketchbook besides my museum book. I could have sketched in that but it’s only got a couple more pages left in it and I’d decided it would end up woth 100% museum sketches. So, with my S&B Alpha (4×6), I decided to do a ‘baby sketch’ of the tower alone.
Then we headed down to see Terry again as Sunday was sculpture day. People were posing while she sculpted clay masks of their likeness. Pretty cool.
With Starbucks next door, I decided that I needed a scone and cup of coffee. Yvan obliged and followed me in. He sat at a window counter and started sketching people who were walking by and standing at the intersection. Two hours later and whole lot of ‘how do you …’ and ‘that’s amazing…’ from me, and explanations from him and it was time to head home. Can it get better than this?
I think I’ll save my Monday exploits for the next post as this one has gotten rather long. [Sigh]… tomorrow it’s back to French class.
An extended weekend of sketching and sketch-talking — you’re right, it doesn’t get any better than that! Well, except maybe all that plus sunshine and temps in the 60s, which is what we got! 🙂 Spring at last!
Hee…hee…I guess you’re right; we could have used warmer temps. Still, it got up “all the way” to 45F. Contrast that with today where our high temp was 24F with 40km/h winds. Yuck…yuck…yuck..
Cheers — Larry