Hobart, in Tasmania, must be fast becoming the bravest city in the world, as more and more of our fears and worries are getting burned into oblivion, with another Ogoh-Ogoh being burnt to a crisp on the last day of the Dark Mofo Festival. During the week, Hobartians were invited to write their fears and worries down and deposit them into Ogoh-Ogoh.
Ogoh-Ogoh procession
The annual Balinese festival has been adopted by Tasmania, with a bit of adaption. The Balinese festival aims to restore alignment between the seen world of humans and animals and the unseen world of the spirits. Large and often ugly Ogoh-Ogoh figures are jostled and turned in circles to confuse them and then burnt, sending the spirits off with the smoke. Then the whole island of Bali observes a day of silence.
Ogoh-Ogoh’s nest and tree
Hobart’s Ogoh-Ogoh this year is the swift parrot.
Hobart’s fear container being moved into positionNestling in – poor thing doesn’t know what is about to happenThe base of the tree is lit and the loudest procession of fire crackers and fireworks go offthe burning
… and then everything burns and we exit fearless and brave, with our ears ringing and dodging large bits of falling burning embers.
The saying “music to my ears” usually rings truer than “music to my eyes” but on this occasion both sayings were equally accurate. Normally the audience is in darkness while listening to an orchestra play but the Liz Steel & Mike Botton team organised a private performance by the Aries Wind Quintet so that we could draw music.
I’m not confident drawing people but I think the ‘100 people in 5 days’ challenges are paying off. I signed up for the challenge in 2017 and 2018. I didn’t do it this year but I should sign up again next year because I do think I am reaping some positive benefits from it. Drawing changing and moving faces, as musicians inhale and exhale deeply, was a challenge and a privilege. My favourite piece that the orchestra played was “Carmen”.
I was going to paint the music stands and the clarinet player’s outfit but I decided not to because I thought it might make the picture too heavy by adding more black, and that it could lose some of the liveliness being conveyed. There is so much decision-making required with art!
Aries Wind Quintet, Montone, Italy
I find the composition pleasing with this drawing. The chair and musician don’t quite all fit on the page. I enjoyed exaggerating the size of Micoto. In most orchestras, the flute section is predominantly female. He’s a little outside the box by choosing the flute and the drawing is reflecting this and telling a ‘story’. I’m thinking of leaving this drawing as a pen sketch. Or do you think I should add paint?
The urban sketching workshop I attended (May 2019), taught by Liz Steel and organised by Mike Botton, took place in the Umbria area of Italy. This region is green, hilly and dotted with green’s complementary colour of red. It was so beautiful seeing wild poppies.
We settled in the quaint, small town of Montone, where at every corner, and everywhere in between, there was a scene I yearned to paint. We visited a few towns in the region and passed poppies growing in cracks in the pavement, at the base of street signs, along the gravel sides of roads, fences, gates and in the fields. This is the view from the hotel room’s bathroom at the Hotel Fortebraccio. Do you see the fields of red poppies in this photo and in the photo above?
view from the bathroom at the Hotel Fortebraccio
We visited the town of Assisi that is grandly presented on a green platter sprinkled with red garnish.
I painted this scene for the end-of-the-course postcard exchange.
Basilica di San Francesco
I used to paint poppy fields quite often.
Yellow Poppy Fields
It was good re-visiting a topic that I haven’t painted for several years and playing with the punch-factor that complementary colours can deliver. What topic/theme is capturing your interest? I’d love to hear about it.
The first day of Liz Steel’s urban sketching course took place in the gorgeous town of Assisi, where we were privileged to experience the coldest day in May in 56 years! We were all walking around like Michelin Tire mascots, dressed in as many layers as we could wear. On our way into the square, there was a sudden gust of wind and the water from the fountain greeted us. We took refuge in an archway, where Liz gave us our first exercise, to do thumbnail sketches of things in the Piazza del Comune that conveyed a ‘story’.
My thumbnail sketches
Then we had about 20 minutes to do a sketch. I had laid my first wash down, when my little water container, blu tacked down onto my paint tray, was blown off, spilling the water onto my paper and promptly removing my first wash of colour. The conditions were challenging and passer-bys were telling me that I was brave and offering encouragement, which was lovely.
The fountain in the square
Then we went on to sketch the Basilica Di St Francesco. The rain made my paper quite wet when I drew and painted this little painting of this magnificent and impressive building.
Church of St Francis
I had another go with my brand new dagger brush, after we unthawed at the hotel.
Church of St Francis, drawn with a Lamy pen and water colour
Tomorrow we’re sketching in Montone. Hopefully the weather will be kinder.
Before we made our way to Liz Steel’s urban sketching course in Montone, Annette and I started off sketching the most challenging building in Florence, The Duomo, the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore. I ran out of steam well before I came anywhere near finishing it. I also started drawing it too big for it to fit on the pages of my sketch book but I’m happy with the focal point and the depth that it conveys.
Later in the day, we settled in the Piazza di Santa Croce and painted one of the many laneways leading to the square. I experimented with painting wet-in-wet and then adding pen, and vice versa.
Upon my wanders, I stumbled across this amazing building, the Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale di Firenze (the national library), which is huge. It’s almost a full block. This is part of the width of the building. This is a super quick sketch of it.
Then, Annette and I returned to our starting point, and had another attempt of the great Duomo, the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore. This time we tackled the front view.
The Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore’s construction began in 1296 and was completed in 1436. The basilica is one of Italy’s largest churches and it is the largest brick dome ever constructed. It is an awesome, massive sight.
The first stop in Italy is historic Bologna (actually every town and city in Italy is historic!).
We got caught out again with going to a restaurant and after eating finding out that they didn’t accept credit cards. Two years ago, when Annette and I were in Italy for Liz Steel’s Urban Sketching workshop, we got good at asking beforehand. While waiting in the restaurant, I started practicing drawing arches.
The city is full of arches, providing constant undercover walkways for pedestrians, which came in handy as it was rainy and cold. I had to buy myself a cardigan to help me cope with the fresh temperatures. The shop keeper said that she has been selling an extra lot of warm clothing as many visitors, like me, have been caught out.
I tried to draw more of these tricky things at the University of Bologna, the oldest continuous operating university of the world, being founded in 1088 by an organised guild of students for students.
This building is the Teatro Comunale in Bologna.
I also tried to draw one of the views from the apartment window which looked onto the Piazza dell Agosto.
Thanks for stopping by and I wish everybody a gentle Sunday, whether you’re a mother, or haven’t been a mother, or have loss a child or mother, I hope the day is kind to you.
The final building I sketched in Portugal, the Igreja dos Congregados, while leaning up against the Porto train station on a very narrow footpath, with continual foot traffic going past and the odd person asking for money.
The Porto train station is a spectacular building with hand painted individual tiles to depict historic scenes.
Goodbye, Portugal. You have been amazing and I toast you.
There’s no end of breathtaking sights in Portugal. Porto is a stunning city.
One of the many fabulous buildings in Porto
It was nice to see Bottlebrushes (a little of Australia) flowering in Porto.
Red flowering Bottlebrushes in Porto
I thought I saw another Australian sight, an emu, but upon closer inspection it is some other type of bird holding a horseshoe in its beak.
I wasn’t expecting to see a little of Belgium in Porto.
There’s also some cool tyre-art…
street art
… what kind of art do you think is this coming up???…
Did you guess rabbit-art??!
Portugal’s university graduates have been celebrating in a lively manner and fashion for a week. There’s been lots of chanting and parading in all parts of the city at different times of the day, evening and night. Students are all dressed in black and white, some with an additional colour added to the combination. It’s really nice hearing their faculty’s and university’s songs. Some of the songs that were sang in the nearby park sounded similar to the New Zealand Haka. To me, singing is unifying, bonding and a great way to celebrate. I imagine that the University of Tasmania has a school song, but maybe not?? TasTAFE, where I currently work, doesn’t have a song. I think it is our loss. Singing a school song would be a nice addition to graduation celebrations.
With my $10 notebook, Artline black pen, small set of watercolour paints and tiny paintbrush, I set out into Porto determined to have a crack at drawing more ridiculously challenging buildings.
The first building I attempted to draw was the Clerigos Tower. I sat on the cement and my bottom got too sore to continue the drawing, and I was getting lost in the detail. For me, to be able to achieve a better end-result, I would have to draw this building several times to simplify and eliminate elements.
One of the first baroque churches in Portugal. Construction commenced in 1732 and was finished in 1750. Photo taken from where I drew the Clerigos Tower. The tower is 75.6 metres high and has 240 steps to reach the top, where you have a 360 degree view of the city of Porto.
Next, I drew some of this building named Conselho Regional do Porto.
Photo of the Conselho Regional do Porto taken from where I was sitting to do the drawing.
Then I had a crack at drawing the Centro Portugues de Fotografia. A tour group decided that it would be a good meeting spot to gather right in front of me. I had to crane my neck and then wait for them to move along as the group started to grow as more and more people arrived.
Centro Portugues de FotografiaMy view of the Museum of Photography
It’s day nine in Portugal and I’ve done 19 sketches so far. That’s the most I’ve ever done travelling. Also, I have rarely painted outside but I have on this trip. I try to ignore the excuses that I could so easily agree with: there’s not enough time to do be able to do it justice, you’ll hardly get any of it drawn, you won’t have time to add paint, it’s going to be a bad drawing, you’ll rush and the perspective will be all wrong and more of the same. Most of the drawings/paintings that I’ve done, I’ve had to do in a short space of time, 20-30 minutes, and because of limited time, I haven’t been able to do whole buildings, but I’m giving it a crack and as a result I’m starting to build quite a collection of drawings.
Thanks for visiting and allowing me to share some of Portugal’s awesome buildings with you.
