Argh. I kept forgetting to scan the two new ones at work (you can’t get out of there fast enough, can you!), so finally gave up and just took a photo (which explains the tiny size and bad quality!). The girl is my sister, only she’s much prettier in real life! I kind of missed doing random doodles, so that’s where the background came from.
This may not be the most imaginative picture ever, but it’s what I had, and I have a very specific reason to want to post a flower today. The reason being: I’ve passed 200 followers. Yes, there’s over 200 of you out there, wanting to see what I come up with. Thank you! This peony is for all of you – and I promise I’m catching up and will be going back to posting the more “me” kind of drawings very very soon, so stay tuned!
I was sitting on the steps of Nelson’s column drawing this (this = what I saw right in front of me) and listening to some music, when I heard someone talking to me. I looked up. There was this young boy, about 9 years old, trying to get my attention. I took off my headphones – and I drowned in the flood of upper-class-under-age-politeness. “I am very sorry”, said the boy with a very posh accent and an eager look, “…very sorry to disturb you while you’re working, but would you mind us passing by to the other side?” I moved away hurriedly. “Thank you very much and sorry for the trouble. Oh, and this is a very good drawing.” Then his little sister followed. “So sorry, thank you, very nice drawing!”, she added.
I’ve got to say, it made me feel like a little puppy that got a pat on its head.
Such good manners!
I was sitting in the Villa Borghese park in Rome with plenty of playing kids around, so eventually I just started sketching some of them. As a famous children’s psychologist said: “it’s silly to assume that just because something is fun, it’s not serious. Fun is a most serious pursuit for the ones engaging in it” (or something to this extent). So true. Look at what happens when a child breaks the rules of a game. Or when you spoil someone’s Jenga tower on purpose. Or look at football fans.
This is something I drew right after Christmas, when I got my beautiful notebook and the 72-pencil set of Mondeluz water-colour pencils (which I ordered specifically – and the order included the exact position of both items in the shop. Otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten them). So I just drew whatever to try them out. I love my pencils!
Last week I went to Rome for holiday. I had never been before and I hadn’t even felt any great need to – for some reason I was always much more interested in Florence than Rome. But due to the better flight prices I chose to go there. And I fell in love. Unlike most cities, which are only pretty in the centre, Rome is beautiful even in the far outskirts. The sense of time and history and culture creates an atmosphere that intensifies the beauty you find in almost every building. I would walk for hours until I could barely move my feet, and then I’d just sit on the pavement and draw something random (like in this drawing here – I just loved the orange of the walls). Or I would sit in a park or in a cafe and chill out. Didn’t really matter.
I was incredibly lucky in that it wasn’t quite the tourist season yet (even though the first time I accidentally glimpsed Fontana Di Trevi, I didn’t even stop because of the crowds. I came back later at 4 am in the morning and it was absolutely stunning) and the weather wasn’t as hot as everyone had warned me it would be (actually I was even occasionally cold!). Then there was the beauty of the Italian language, which I don’t speak, but I understand somewhat. It was just a huge pleasure to be able to use whatever phrases I know, asking about the way or ordering coffee.
Of course everyone knows that Italy has a lot of serious problems – but still, I feel that living in such a beautiful place, those problems would somehow seem less serious.
And my God – those ice creams…!
I used to do some martial arts years ago and amongst others things tried tai qi. Which turned out to be quite boring, at least the beginnings (aren’t they always!). Anyway, now my contact with them is limited to an occasional presence at some classes taught by friends – whereupon I sit in the corner and doodle the efforts of the new generation of adepts!
I had this flower at home (don’t actually remember the name, but it was one of those nasty, clinical-sounding names, so probably the less spoken about it the better) and it was so pretty I wanted to draw it. I’m rather pleased with the overall effect, but I think most of it is due to the water-colour paper bequeathed to me by a friend who wasn’t using it. Yes, yes, I know the subject matter probably makes me ineligible for the name of a true, envelope-pushing and value-challenging modern artist, but… I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with liking the concept of pretty! 🙂 Do you?