The creative urge to draw evaporated months ago and suddenly, inexplicably, with one drawing, it's back again. I didn't fight it, I knew it would eventually come back even if it is a bit worrying at the time.
It's simply a sketch I started last week on the way to Stockholm. The man on the left was sitting in Geneva airport, the rest on the flight back. I like drawing people with glasses because it's easy to start with the shape of them and work the face around them - and we had time to kill. But something about that woman's wonderful profile and her receding chin set me off! I do love unusual profiles!
Here's another one I drew on a flight back from Dublin earlier this year. The man had a very flat face. Something about him looked typically Irish and the man behind looked American - well, to me anyway! Funny, looking at this sketch again, I had made a note of the departure time - 6.50am, an absolute nightmare for me!
A previous page in the sketchbook from a lovely trip to Venice last year. It was fairly hot and we would spend an hour in the afternoon drinking iced tea and reading the papers in the very ornate hotel lounge. There were 'twiddly bit's on everything - the mirrors, frames, ornaments, shelves, cabinets etc. I was reminded of the sketch because it couldn't have made a greater contrast to Stockholm and we had a similar ritual. Whenever we asked for a cup of 'black' tea, it was always Earl Grey which neither of us likes very much but we found they make a wonderful pot of 'real' tea in the Radisson Blu. So we would pop in there in the afternoon to rest the legs and get out of the wind (who knew Stockholm was so windy?!) and also ring the teenager and make sure the house was still standing. Bliss.
No twiddly bits in that lounge, unlike Venice. The Swedes really do love pared down, simple design. It wouldn't have made a very interesting sketch though and besides, I was stuck in a very soft and squishy sofa!
