Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Sketching Patchin

I know there will come a time in late winter when any day above freezing will seem like a warm day.  I'm not there yet. Yes, it was above freezing but it felt bleak and cold.  I'm always amazed at how completely I can lose myself to the drawing.  The "during" part was wonderful, the "after" part, trying to warm up - not so much.

Patchin Place was amazing.  It's a little jewel of a street.  I know this part of NYC so well having lived a couple of blocks away, but I swear I've never seen Patchin Place.  It had a Brigadoon feel to it.  Like if you lost yourself to the drawing you could wake up and it'd be one hundred years later, or a hundred years earlier.

After a fun lunch we reconvened at the Jefferson Market.  This is a building I know well but have never tried to draw.  It looks like it might have been a church at one time (it wasn't).  It looks like the architect was paying homage to old world castles, ... maybe.  I tried to capture the cold gloomy feel of the day.  But my truth is that even a cold gloomy day drawing - is still glorious.

And what happens to our Mandatory Jim program when the man himself doesn't show up for an event.?   Jim was a ghost, that day ...  so I dusted off an old sketch,  dipped it in sepia and ran it through the vignette machine.

Missed you buddy!

1 comment:

  1. I can't imagine what it must have felt like sketching outdoors on Saturday, but it didn't seem to affect your sketching ability any. Nice job!


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