Have you ever lost pens, paints, brushes, etc. while out urban sketching. I have. Several years ago I lost my entire paint kit somewhere between sketching site and home and that loss was traumatic. The palette was inexpensive, the case was a favorite, and that kit contained several Escoda sable travel brushes. I nearly cried. But all of it was replaceable and my sketching regime hardly skipped a beat.
I’m dealing with another loss, however, and I while I hope it’s temporary, it’s much harder to overcome. I’ve lost my ability to walk more than across the room. It started with my ankle and then my knee. Right now the leg between the two is the size of a telephone pole and I’m spending a lot of time with doctors.
If I were a “true” urban sketcher I suppose I’d be sharing lots of sketches of medical machinery but I’m not that kind of urban sketcher, I suppose. Besides, the pain and stress have been distracting. I won’t bore you with details but I’ve been diagnosed and I’ve just started some physiotherapy yesterday that sounds encouraging. The ramifications for this blog is that because I can’t wander the streets of Quebec City, I can’t draw the streets of Quebec City so the nature of my sketches will probably change, at least in the short term. Irony of ironies, I’ve waited all summer for decent weather and we’re finally getting a string of beautiful days. Such is my luck sometimes.
The upside is that this is a good opportunity to do some experimentation and maybe I can even convince myself that I can draw from a photograph and enjoy it. For now, I leave you with a sketch I did after hobbling along a beach on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River last week.