I love my dad. He's such an amazing person and responsible for so much of who I am now. We recently took a train ride from LA to Seattle and while he sat across from me, I drew this quick sketch of him.
One of the things I love about urban sketching is it's social. When I paint in my studio, it's a solitary experience. But sketching in public invites people to ask what you're doing and watch and make friends.
On my recent trip to Seattle I sketched people celebrating a birthday by dressing up and playing Clue on the train.
Met a group of amazing people from Wisconsin attending a convention for teachers of kids with special needs
And met a fellow sketcher for coffee every morning and doodled, told stories and exchanged drawings.
My trip was so much richer because of the people I got to meet through urban sketching. Visiting a place is a 2-dimensional experience unless you include the people that live there. I love that urban sketching makes that so easy.
I had an old philosophy professor that said "Never be the kind of person that takes a photo of a sunrise and then walks away. A sunrise is not a single moment. Its an event. It takes time. Sit down and watch the whold thing. That's the only way to truely see a sunrise."
You've probably seen me struggling with a new technique, the past few months--using non-indian ink that bleeds when you touch it with watercolor. So hard to control and the colors get muddy and grey. It's been kicking my butt. But I've had had faith that if I kept at it I could figure it out and it would be cool. Today I can see the first glimmer of hope that I was right.