I’m sure that there are plenty of comedy acts about putting up deckchairs and failing. It seems to me an equally impossible job to draw them successfully. Perhaps I haven’t the patience.
In London’s Green Park (or “Brown Park”, or “Straw-coloured Park”, as the heat-wave seems to have repainted it) the deckchairs have already been put up for you, but as I was idly drinking my coffee, I could see a game of Cat and Mouse going on, as people dodged around trying to avoid paying the attendant with his ticket machine.
When you are trying to draw or paint them, the deckchairs always seem to have too many bits of wood, or frames, and does this interlock with this, or that? Do they go in front or behind the canvas seat?
And what about the stripes? Deckchairs always seem to be striped. Yet more lines to get entangled with when drawing! Always a mess, but fun to draw all the same.
Deckchairs are never that comfortable to sit in anyway I find, and there is always that fear of imminent collapse as you sink into one, and the difficulty of getting out in a hurry as the deckchair attendant draws near… – “OK you win, here is you £2.80 for an hour…”
Personally, I prefer to sit or lay on the grass anyway. So much less hassle. I like the easy life, although I do think I need to set myself the challenge of drawing, or painting, deckchairs again sometime – keep going with my attempts until I can get the hang of it…
Not there yet!
Yesterday evening we went to the Proms at the Royal Albert Hall to enjoy an evening of culture with, amongst others, Mendelsohn and Schumann. I arrive slightly early, and whilst waiting for Jane, I sat on a wall and pulled out my little sketchbook to do some sketching of the promenaders as they began to appear.
5 pencil drawings in total (including the above, done in double quick time…
Jumping off the wall, Humpty Dumpty nearly had a great fall, and narrowly avoided landing in the picnic laid out between two young ladies. It was a close thing between me, a delicious looking brie, and some crackers! Emerged unscathed, but abashed.
Grosvenor Hill, London W1
I got lost looking for the Gagosian Gallery which is presently showing the Last Paintings of Howard Hodgkin.
Well, not exactly lost. I did manage to find Grosvenor Hill OK, but then proceeded to walk straight past the gallery without a second glance.
Eventually, by retracing my steps, and by process of elimination, it had to be the big modern building on the corner.
Gagosian Gallery, London W1
As the title suggests, I took this photograph in Berkeley Square, London. The “FRAGILE” tape was around a metal grille, attached to a metal door of a very strong looking metal cabinet.
But it is fragile.
Handle with care!
I took the train up to London on Saturday, and for a fleeting moment, as we sped past an allotment, I saw this shed and hastened to do a sketch of it whilst it was still fresh in my mind.
I thought it kind of appropriate (as England were playing Belgium for 3rd place in the football world cup that day), and somehow quintessentially English, to have attached the St George’s flag to a garden shed in the middle of an idle allotment, somewhere in the south east of England, as the sun shone brightly.
At least one thing I could be sure of drawing this person – he couldn’t see that I was drawing him!
The nose seemed quite alert though…
This is what I need! Perhaps we all do.
A Personal Trainer.
Come on you fellow commuters, hop to it: first of all we will jog up and down the carriage, then do star jumps in the aisle (5 sets of 15), weight lifting our briefcases and rucksacks up to the luggage rack and down again 10 times, and then hold the plank position until the next station.
After that the new guys can do a session whilst you take a breather – a kind of relay. Up for it?
It’s a hot day, and it looks like she has succumbed to the inevitable. Sleep has overcome her.
The advert above this guy on the train advised us to “Top up our work/life balance.” I’m not quite sure what that means.
I accidently seemed to have cramped this man’s style. Squeezed him in until he fitted on the page. Mind you, that is how it is sometimes on the commute.
He was alright until I drew him.