It’s probably incorrect to talk about Quebec as being “post-pandemic” but I count all things in terms of sketching. For the first time in what seems like forever, I got to go sketching last Thursday. We’re all still wearing masks and watching hospital populations rise as Omicron variant ABC3918583-F122 (or whatever) take another kick at us, but we’re starting to come out of hibernation anyway.
I was invited to attend a “first event” run by a local art group called La Collectif. We were to sketch a small museum associated with the Augustine monastery in the old city. Driving to this place is near impossible without spending a month’s rent on parking so I needed to get my bus pass renewed. I did and headed off, in a pouring rain, to find the place.
The museum is very nice. Mostly it’s religious artifacts of little interest to me but the ambience is great if you like quiet like I do. They took us on a tour of the museum and then we were left to our own devices to find something to sketch. I chose a very nice doll, dressed like a nun. Fun to draw but I found it hard to paint black on black folds in the fabric. BUT, I sketched, on location, as an urban sketcher. Wah, hoo!!!