Brussels: Haute / Hoog

Whiling away the afternoon in Brussels on a very nice street of old shops, bric-a-brac, bars and cafes.  It took several blank faced conversations before I understood that the 'Haute Hoog' on the street sign was in fact 2 names - one in French, the other in Flemish. As is the way all around town. Now I know.

Sidlesham

 Found a great drawing spot south of Chichester, reached by a tranquil cycle route across farmland. Want to return to focus on the muddy creek and fading horizon next time. Shortly after this moment, we retraced our wheels back whence we had come; however were forced to abort/divert by a herd of cows also headed home for the eve and acting a bit too boisterous for our city slicker nerves.

Ragnar Kjartansson at the Barbican

Had a lovely calm time drawing and getting lost at the Barbican on a sunny September afternoon. The hidden corners remain quiet as ever, just occasional residents passing through; a dad teaching his daughter to bike ride and some workers escaped home early. Though so appealing to the eye the architecture is a sadistic choice to draw! Inspired by the recent Christopher Wood show, I went sloppy on the detail / angles and am pretty happy with the result.  Made a photomontage on my shit camera phone to preserve the memory.

I didn't love all Ragnar Kjartansson's work but there were some pieces I did, so that's absolutely enough isn't it.  The 144 portraits of his friend Pall, made one-a-day in a crumbly Venice palazzo, and this piece (in my pic below) comprising 9 musicians - each in a different room of a huge house - somehow playing songs together.  Both pieces most evocatively rendering and placing me in the space as if I were right there too. Great.

Polish mountain house, Zakopane

Royal Festival Hall again

SPACCANAPOLI!

The streets and markets of Napoli are brilliant to draw in. People out and about on foot, animated in conversation, quirky details all around that catch the eye. After half an hour we got the attention of these young men with their fresh haircuts, one of whom insisted I draw his portrait. I was intently scrutinized throughout, giving me performance anxiety and resulting in not the best portrait I've ever drawn... he seemed chuffed enough with his memento though.

More Lombard Street kitchens

Beyond the main kitchen I discovered the world of the dish-washer, a subject very soothing to draw. His repetitive, systematic movements were soundtracked by watery machine noises, a welcome lull from the banter of the main kitchen.

The starter chef was bustling around very quickly this evening, hence my drawing ended up resorting to a fellow sketcher.