Friday, February 23, 2007
ArtPact #11
Since I hardly had time for painting before we went to Grenada, and couldn't really paint while there, I turned to sketching.
It's a fun activity, very elating, the best way to pass time, and very, VERY asocial, as the person you are with gets totally bored.
And yet, 5 minuets here, 15 minutes there - and you get your daily exercise for the hand, the eyes and the right side of the brain.
Obviously, most impressions - and sketching time - were while on the beach.
Here is one from our brief visit to the pretty beach of Lance Aux Epines:
These two highly energetic toddlers kept the sand, the waves - and mostly their parents - very, very busy.
And, at the same beach, some older local kids, who were hanging out, jumping into and out of the water, pulling their boat, exercising like crazy and pretty much having a great time and looking very, very dude-ish.
A couple of days later we took a ferry to the little island of Carriacou.
The trip there was great, as you get to see the whole west shore of Grenada in quite a slow motion, then the ride gets bumpy - as you go over the infamous Kick 'Em Jenny - and when you get to Carriacou after the 90-minute trip, you have an interesting color, something between sickly-green and tan... So, here is an obligatory sketch of boats anchored in turquoise Caribbean water. I skecthed it while we were waiting for the ferry to take us back to Grenada.
It just started to rain, so this one is sketched with ink, watercolor pencil and a couple of raindrops. Oh, and maybe a spot of two of coconut ice-cream. (they didn't have the nutmeg ice-cream there!).
And - just before the ferry has arrive, that one is of a local Carriacou man talking to some tourists. (who obviously weren't interesting enough to sketch...).
A day or two later, back in Grenada, The JohnnyB and I have finally succumbed to what an island vacation is really all about: hanging out on the beach, having a lazy lunch, reading a book, falling asleep on the beach-chairs, and getting the ultimate sunburn. (that part was reserved for The JohnnyB, that is. I was good, and used sun-screen!).
We chose the beautiful and quite-secluded beach of La Sagesse for that day, and while the JohnnyB was being roasted, I sketched the people, one of them a very sweet elderly tourist, who would giggle all the way to the water, and then start screaming like a teenager, as the water were a bit cool.
She did it each and every time she went in the water, to the merriment of us all.
Labels: Art, ArtPact, Vacation
A man in a speedo...nice. I think I recall CherkyB stating he was interested in purchasing male speedo art ;-)
Rhonda - well... I am just getting into the stage of exhibiting and put prices on my paintings.
It feels weird, as it means I need to be willing to part from it, which is not trivial at all.
But - your question is a great compliment! Thanks you!!
And to Rob:Oh yes, we have witnessed way too many guys (and mostly such who used-to-be-guys-and-are-now-much-older) in Speedos.
I still have the vision of the pinkish plump butt of a German tourist whose Speedo was too small for his cheeks... Kinda killed the appetite - as it was at a beach restaurant!
Never understood Speedos, to be honest.
But if CherkyB is the proud wearer of those, I hope he blogs it to the world.
Hopefully, sans pictures...
Never understood speedos??? A speedo is a symbol of bravery. Or psychosis. Usually, you can tell which is which. For me, I think it's a mixture of both.
Thank you so, so much for sharing, Daniel... I see we're gonna have some fascinating discussions about Speedos here.
This makes me very blissful.
More than I can express.
On the other hand, like, I have published my sketches here!
H-e--l---l------o!!!
Anyone?
Anyone except for Rhonda?
I've never thought of it that way.
I understand though...
It's either enjoy the fame and fortune now or after you've passed on in 150 years?!
Honestly if you ever do please let me know. My Husband enjoys your art as well, he doesn't comment on your blog but he does to me!
:)
# posted by 
: 2/25/2007 3:56 AM
hi nava,
love the piece about grenada. also the gorgeous pix. i understand what you mean about finding it difficult to part with your work. a firend of mine, who can be a bit psychological if you don't slow her down early on, reckons our creative output is like children. and we wouldn't be too keen to sell those off would we. would we?
good to sail on the nava ocean once more.
peace and love
For one terrifying moment, I thought you were talking about snapshots of Speedos.
OK, a change of thread - and a blessed one.
A bozzetto of Bozzetto?
Hmm... let's see... a bezzillion bezzoes?.
(This witty estimation was provided by my artistic manager, The JohnnyB).
That was a bezzillion bozos, not bezzoes.
Loved the memories of the lady squealing like a little girl in the water!
Post a Comment
<< Home
It feels weird, as it means I need to be willing to part from it, which is not trivial at all.
But - your question is a great compliment! Thanks you!!
I still have the vision of the pinkish plump butt of a German tourist whose Speedo was too small for his cheeks... Kinda killed the appetite - as it was at a beach restaurant!
Never understood Speedos, to be honest.
But if CherkyB is the proud wearer of those, I hope he blogs it to the world.
Hopefully, sans pictures...
This makes me very blissful.
More than I can express.
On the other hand, like, I have published my sketches here!
H-e--l---l------o!!!
Anyone?
Anyone except for Rhonda?
I understand though...
It's either enjoy the fame and fortune now or after you've passed on in 150 years?!
Honestly if you ever do please let me know. My Husband enjoys your art as well, he doesn't comment on your blog but he does to me!
:)
: 2/25/2007 3:56 AM love the piece about grenada. also the gorgeous pix. i understand what you mean about finding it difficult to part with your work. a firend of mine, who can be a bit psychological if you don't slow her down early on, reckons our creative output is like children. and we wouldn't be too keen to sell those off would we. would we?
good to sail on the nava ocean once more.
peace and love
OK, a change of thread - and a blessed one.
A bozzetto of Bozzetto?
Hmm... let's see... a bezzillion bezzoes?.
(This witty estimation was provided by my artistic manager, The JohnnyB).
Loved the memories of the lady squealing like a little girl in the water!
