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.
Next, I drew some of this building named Conselho Regional do Porto.
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.
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.
Well, I didn’t reach 100. A few unexpected things arose on Friday (day 5) but I drew more people this year than the previous two other attempts of OneWeek100People challenge.
On Thursday, I drew people-sketches at an evening art group.
Too bad I didn’t draw this picture lower on the page to avoid the spectacles I had drawn earlier. Please ignore the spectacles on her head, they’re not supposed to be there. This was a tough perspective. It was a wrestle between the brain and the eye and I think the eye got the upper hand in this case.
More drawings of this artist drawing.
Then we had a coffee break. One person started doing some stretching exercises (bottom image on page).
Drawings of an artist at work.
… and that’s it. I drew a total of 81 people sketches in four days.
I hope everybody is having a lovely weekend. Thanks for stopping by.
The final cruise ship visiting Hobart on a Saturday for the 2018 season arrived in the morning. Many cruise ship passengers bought greeting cards. They are unique and easy to fit into suitcases. A local Hobartian bought pjpaintings greeting cards for the same reason to take with her on her trip to Ireland next month.
Early in the morning, a mother and daughter from Belarus visited the stall. I think that is a first, but maybe not. I also had a former student from the Return to Study course that I teach, who is now doing an Enrolled Nursing course, stop by. Hearing that she is doing well with her studies provides me with great job satisfaction, a sense of pride and so much happiness for her that she is on her way to fulfilling her dream.
I had a couple from San Francisco, USA buy a “Duck Crossing” and “Family Outing” print. Then I had grandparents from Melbourne buy the exact same two prints for a child’s nursery at their house.
I had a couple on a bus tour of Tasmania, with Salamanca Market being their last stop, buy an A-3 sized “Hayride” print. (The limited edition print run of 100/100 of the A-4 size has SOLD out.) They live on a bush property in Queensland. Another couple, from New Zealand, also bought “Hayride”. They said they had a ‘hobby farm’. I’m not sure if 200 acres is a hobby farm?? That sounds rather large to me.
The last A-4 sized print of “Salamanca Fresh” sold today. This print is now only available in the bigger sizes. It went to the Gold Coast, Queensland.
A gentleman bought “Under My Red Umbrella” and as he was leaving the stall, said that he thinks he, ‘could get a kiss for that’. Ahh, the hidden agendas…
A lady here from the USA, doing a watercolour plein air course taught by David Taylor, said that she is playing hooky today and shopping at Salamanca Market instead. She purchased three prints for her children, one going to Minneapolis, the other two to North Dakota and Arizona.
One young lady from Brisbane bought “Suspended”. She swam with humpback whales in Tonga. A Norwegian lady bought several prints to give to her children living in Oslo, Bergen and Trondheim, Norway.
A group of motorcyclists, touring Tasmania, bought “Joy ride!” for one of their mates, who rides a Ducati, 50th’s birthday. Yesterday, they rode to Cockle Creek, Tasmania. A lady from Perth, WA, who said that she likes unique art, bought “Story time” and “Hayride”.
A couple from Taree, NSW, who do creative and unique framing, bought some cards to frame. He showed me how he had framed four cards that they bought when they visited the outback. He mounted an opal in the middle. It was stunning quality framing. It looked really good. They said that they would try to find some special Tasmanian object to mount in the middle of this collection of cards.
This week’s most popular print is: Duck Crossing
A thought to ponder: “I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” ― Vincent van Gogh. A lot of my ideas come during the night. I don’t think too many from dreams, but when I can’t sleep, I think of many ideas and some concepts evolve when I’m in the in-between state of awake and asleep.
P.S. My website is still down because it has been hacked. It should be back up in a next week.
Take care and I hope that you take a line for a walk,
from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market.
If you were looking for my website and ended up here it is because I had to take down my website. It has been hacked virtually every other day this month and it is just too compromised to leave it up. So, a brand new website is on its way. In the meantime, if you’d like to order a print, please contact me through email (email@example.com), Facebook or the comments feature here. All images displayed in the Salamanca Market Diary category are available for purchase.
The temperature wasn’t too bad today. I wore two layers rather than the three layers of everything Tasmanian winter weather often demands. The majority of today’s market goers were wearing jackets, coats and beanies but obviously not everybody feels the cold as there was a woman wearing a sleeveless summer’s dress with a great big red flower in her hair.
The stall on one side of me, the Little Lissa Loo stall, has a manikin to display one of the many awesome dresses made by the stall holder. There was a little boy that was about two years old and he was mesmerized by it. He squatted down to look at it at eye level, lifted the rim of the hat, held its hand, gently moved it around, patted its arm and feet. It was very cute to watch.
A young lady, doing her Honours Degree at the University of Tasmania’s Music Conservatory, and her sister visiting from Melbourne, stopped at the pjpaintings stall. The tango dancing emus caught her eye as she plays the double base for a Tango group. She also plays in the Canberra Orchestra and sometimes the Melbourne Orchestra. Her sister sings. They looked like they were having a lovely time together and took a “Two to Tango” print for their Tasmanian souvenir.
A “Helping Hands” postcard, from the Cheer ‘em Up series, is going to Germany, to a sister whose name means ‘bird’. “The Supremes” is going to cheer somebody who’s in the hospital recovering from a cracked spine. She cracked it while sweeping! and hence, the diagnosis of osteoporosis. Apparently she is a beautiful singer and sings in the shower at the hospital.
I met a couple who had bought an A-1 sized print (a very BIG print) of “Poppy Fields” in Melbourne. I find it very special, and a real sense of joy, to meet people who are living with my art. They really enjoy the vibrancy the red brings to their lounge room. They are taking home a small “Who says emus can’t fly?!” print of emus riding a motorcycle and one is wearing a bright red dress.
A lady from Newcastle, NSW stopped by and purchased “Who, Who, Who are You? II for a friend, for no special reason other than for being a friend, which is special enough of a reason.
A mother and daughter from Melbourne stopped by and are taking back with them some prints of owls and so is somebody else from Perth, W.A. A man from Scotland, who used to own a mini, bought “Family Outing”.
Today’s best seller was: Who, Who, Who are You? II
A thought to ponder: “Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all.” ― Ray Bradbury
Thanks for reading and wishing you many happy, creative moments, from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market! 🙂
At 1 degree Celsius, it was a cold start at Salamanca Market. My toes are still unthawing! 🙂 Despite the cold, people were out and about. The Festival of Voices has started and the Australian Society of Micro Biologists is having a conference in Hobart this weekend.
I chatted with a couple living on the mainland of Australia, but the man had lived about 10 years in Canada. Most of that time he lived in Nova Scotia, but he lived a few months in the Northwest Territories. They moved there in the winter! That would be a shock to the system. Despite temperatures well below zero, he said he thought winter was better than the summer because the warm weather brought a relentless and enormous amount of mosquitoes and black flies. He left Australia with an Australian accent, picked up the Canadian accent, but when he returned to Australia at 15 years of age, the Australian accent slipped back effortlessly.
I told him that both my boys had Canadian accents until they started school, when in a matter of a couple of weeks, they were speaking with an Australian accent. People used to be quite bewildered when they heard one speaking with an Australian accent and the other with a Canadian accent, when the youngest hadn’t started school yet. This seems like an appropriate place to wish the Canadians a Happy Canada Day, celebrating all the wonders of the special place that Canada is.
I met two young ladies from San Francisco. They described the emus as adorable. A couple bought “Spanish Eyes (Red)” to send to a friend living in the U.K., and a lady, down for the weekend, is taking back to “Burnie Surfing Clifton Beach, Tasmania” and “Beauty Queens”. Another original platypus picture, painted with Quink Ink went, along with some little 3×5” Cheer ‘em Up postcards.
My new friend from the Devonport Dental Surgery visited the stall again. She has “Duck Crossing” and “Helping Hands” hanging up in her surgery. It helps put smiles on faces and make the experience of going to the dentist a little more light hearted and pleasant. This time she bought “Snowbirds”. She wants to keep changing things around so that there are new images to help bring smiles to people’s faces.
A gentleman, carrying a rather large box of fresh vegetables, stopped by and bought “Rising Above It” and told me that he volunteers somewhere where counselling is available. I can’t remember where. Nevertheless, he told me that “Thunder” (the print of the two elephants) is hanging up in the counselling room and that the counsellor refers to it to help convey the idea of individuality and being yourself or something along that line. So, my art is also serving as a counselling device.
There was a four way tie for today’s best sellers: The Three Amigos, Thunder!, White Faced Scops Owls and Who, Who, Who are You? II
A thought to ponder: “Art is literacy of the heart” ~Elliot Eisner
Wishing you many happy, creative moments, from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market
Words and photos cannot do Venice justice. It is magical, ancient and charming. I would love to be able to do an art residency here. Imagine that!!! For me, that would bring the saying “I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven” to reality.
At every turn, when meandering through Venice, there’s a building or scene that I would LOVE to paint.
During our wanders, a set of magnets caught my eye. The shopkeeper asked if I spoke French? I said, “yes” and we then conversed in French because French is easier than English for her because French and Italian languages are like cousins she explained.
There was a “no China” sign in the shop. She explained that most magnets sold in Venice are made in China but these are Italian, painted by the Italian artist Amaranta De Francisci. That’s what attracted me to these magnets. I could see that they were not made in China. I love this Italian artist’s work and I also came to the realisation that I love speaking my first language, French. The past few years, I’ve been semi-regularly practising my French by Googling sites that list common French phrases. It has helped rejuvenate my French, that, and my quite regular conversations with French speaking tourists at Salamanca Market, and now, in Italy.
There are beautiful shops with quality craftsmen here. I saw a pair of exquisitely crafted, ankle height, red leather boots to die for. Unfortunately we couldn’t stop to shop. When I went back the next day, there was a thick metal shutter hiding them out of sight. 😞😞 I wanted to atleast get a photo of them. There are so many amazing leather goods, clothing, masks, quills and ink nib pens, and food, and prices are better than in Tasmania, Australia. Tasmania is an expensive island to live on.
I loved everything about Venice, even the chorus of suitcases rattling over the cobblestones, which usually started at 3am in the morning. Venice, I hope I will be back again to spend more time with you. 💙💜💚💛
Today was our second day in Venice, Italy, and words or photographs cannot do it justice. It is just stunning here.
Annette and I hit the cobblestones early this morning, with our art gear and set ourselves up in front of the Scuola Grande Di San Rocco. This building is massive, intricate and complex. The man sitting at the front, helps in showing how big this building is.
One of the things that makes urban sketching so challenging is the working conditions are usually less than ideal. You are outdoors, contending with heat or wind and insects, you’re not sitting comfortably if you’re sitting, often you’re standing, you’re balancing a sketch pad, trying to draw straightish lines without having your arm on a surface and usually you have a short period of time to capture the scene on paper. But it is these difficulties which help to create loose and lively artwork. The charm of an urban sketch is its wonkiness, looseness and liveliness.
Tomorrow we’re jumping on a train to Vicenza, Italy to attend the Meet ‘n Greet start of Liz Steel’s Urban Sketching workshop. Woo-hoo!