Saturday in Millennium Park with a gaggle of Chicago Urban Sketchers. So what do you call a group of artists/sketchers?? A Scrawl? A Scribble? A Hatching? Once more we rally around the Bean.
As for having to knock in window after window….I’ll always opt to use lettering in lieu of drawing scores of windows.
Made use of Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pens on a Boorum & Pease Columnar Book
got in about an hour and a half down at the Green City Farmers Market. Second time I’ve done a green only light study there. The day’s light provided dramatic light/shade contrast.
Made in the shade as they say.
Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pens on a ruled columnar book.
Made it to the USk meet up at the Lincoln Park Zoo. Choose to forgo my animal pals to draw lovely memorial to Eugene Field, beloved journalist at the Chicago Morning News and crafter of children’s poems. The statue “Dream Lady” references his poem below.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
the old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
that live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
as they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
that lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
never afraid are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
to the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
bringing the fishermen home;
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
as if it could not be,
And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
and Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
as you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Yes, yer old Uncle Darn can be a complete sucker for a tender tribute. Ran out of time for the sky, perhaps if tomorrow has a similar sky….
Statue by Edward Francis McCarten
Waterfall and pedestal by Delano & Aldrich architects
Screenshot
Our nymph from the realm of Morpheus dust the wee ones with some dream inducing pollen of the poppy.
Fountain pen and DeAtramentis ink and Pit Artist Pens on watercolor paper.
Orvieto. Did the layout and developed the buildings on site. Got to Milano and finally decided to switch from Fountain pen and Pitt Pen Markers to watercolor and lay in the landscape and clouds. Quite the clutz and a bit tight with that medium but this is the year I make a game effort to get comfortable with a medium I am really moved by and in the hands of so many artists I admire can have real zest.
Head studies from cafes and public transit this past week.
Been running about, trips to my doctor who still see something in my tests he’s not comfortable with. Potassium numbers are up the down, same with PSA numbers. In guard about my kidneys. Anyway, mostly time to just grab brief sketches here and there.
Recent development that I’m excited about- joined with a new gallery. And that means I hope get back to working on a body of new paintings and drawings. Perhaps a lot less of the random sketching. More on that as it develops.