My sketchbooks are a place of pure play for me. Sketching is a way to experience where I am, a way of relating to where I live, what I’m doing, and where I’m going. With a sketchbook available, I always have entertainment – sketching people while waiting in line at Costco or the back of a pickup truck when stuck in traffic.

My sketchbox has traveled to Japan, Central America and Europe, and I can look at these and I’m immediately drawn back to what it was like to be there. I can remember exactly what was going on around me, even though it was years ago.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Sketches from where the Sun Shines


What is so marvelous about sketches is their
ability to take us back to where they were done,
even tho it can be years. We stayed in a
little cottage on Kauai six or seven years ago, surrounded by plants
rescued from the local dump! They were lush and
thriving and rich with color! I could go there now..
this record rainy March.....
Yes, and Ke e Beach!
Seven Pools on Maui, just past Hanna.
We will have colors like this here soon,
when the rhodies bloom.....

This was the early morning view from our house
in San Miguel de Allende in Mexico. A mixture
of sounds came with the light, church bells,
roosters crowing, dogs barking and often fireworks.
Colorful doorways everywhere in San Miguel.


Some of our best trips have come from visiting my 2 sons
in their adventurous  travels.
While Sam  was in the Peace Corps in Guatemala,
we spent some time in Antigua.
 Each morning we   took our coffee and
sketch boxes to the rooftop of the hotel. This is
the volcano Agua. Somehow it is more impressive
in my sketch than in the photos we took.

The next morning we painted this direction,
Volcanos Fuego and Acantenango.

And then we painted this way.
This takes me back to sitting under
the Arch of Santa Catalina in Antigua,
waiting for yes, Frida's to open, so we
could go in and have a late afternoon beer.

One of the old convents in Antigua had been converted
to an elegant hotel. The courtyard was filled with scarlet
Macaws. Someone came in the evening with a long pole
and each bird climbed onto it and was carried in for the night.

Ambergris Caye, Belize. I could definitely go
back here now..
From the ruins of Iglesia y Convento de la Recoleccion
near Antigua, Guatemala, destroyed by an earthquake in 1773.

2 comments: