The reflection of the neighbors house was very bright whilst looking up from the old bakery in the morning. The second piece I’ve been laboring on during my week en Languedoc. I only had two real sittings of this, where I would wake up to capture the 10am – 12pm window. In the afternoon I was perched just on that ledge above the blue door under the arches drawing down into were I’m looking here. This village has so much more to paint: I could have been there a month
I was blessed to have this view right outside the house I was staying in for a holiday en France in July this year. Whilst working on the en pleinair I wanted the viewer to observe some of the intensity of the sun behind me as it strikes the wall of the outside eating area. I laboured hard on that middle wall to get the subtle shadows and temperate change. I tackled a lot in this image throughout the week. Light, where nature meets human construct is a wonderful thing.
Settled down, post walk, to do a quick sketch of this concrete tent/bbq on Vitosha. Definitely got a study out of it I reckon
Looking into the distance, at a small group of houses on Vitosha I had a small window of 19:50 and 20:20 to get some work in before the sky went orange and the trees lost colour. Will have to return to this later 😉
Oil pastel sketch in Plovdiv whist the girlfriend gets her nails done. I was eaten alive by mosquitoes during this sitting. Worth it though.
Got a couple of sittings in between tourism and wedding during a holiday in Italy a couple of months back. Our apartment in the city walls of Ostuni meant I only had to walk down the stairs and turn round to find a spot to draw. There’s so much to draw here it warrants another return
After a day walking around Sofia scoping out the art supply shops I have come to terms that there is no Sennelier oil pastels out there. So I sat on a bench to finally tackle a church that I have wanted to draw for about a year and consequently run out of white. I know it looks like I’m over indulging with the creative licence but the camera was totally failing to capture the luminosity of the light on the trees .When I left I realised that I had left a big smudge of Naples yellow (my fav) on the bench. It was a relief that the woman sitting next to me offered up a tissue without prompt. That was nice.
When on a weekend trip to Rila I had to squeeze in the opportunity to draw the view from the hotels terrace. Thought it might be a simple undertaking to start with but the constant shift of light and the need to convey distance was a trouble. Overall a good session. I feel like my oil pastels are less drawing or painting and more finger-painting.
It was changeable weather at my favorite canal spot. I loved it more with the sun shining through. There were lots of pleasant passers by as well. I took this back to work on aswell and it was starting to look good. Unfortunately it was one of the paintings lost when I transferred my easel and other pieces over to Bulgaria. I’ll obviously start on this again but I can only hope that it turns up one day at Luton airport.
Tackling a childhood spot. The greens during this sitting were otherworldly.