I carried a sketch book to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival with the sole intention of sketching on the go. This lady was taking a lunch time snooze in the middle of the park. I don’t think I could close my eyes let alone go to sleep in somewhere so public. Perhaps she was nursing a hangover?
June, and the sun’s shining like a millionare. We (the family) visited Filey last weekend – a small seaside town in North Yorkshire, historically part of the East Riding of Yorkshire, located between Scarborough and Bridlington on the North Sea coast.
It was almost a memory from childhood, an old fashioned summer’s day when the sun was so hot you could burn in your own back garden. Then thoughts shift to departed family and friends, those we love and miss. The unsuspected changes and fortunes remind us to live life and enjoy every day. Corners will come, enjoy your sun.
I’ve lost count of the number of people I’ve captured and hidden behind the piano, well not exactly hidden more stored than hidden. Occasionally they come out for air, faces from the past, most nameless, all strangers. Each expression is a story never to be told. I wonder what people will make when they’re finally released from their hideaway, dust covered, faces drained of pigment . They are the body of work which is me, myself and I, a solitary journey made from choice yet always doomed to end in the dark behind the piano. Is that the police knocking at the door?
When I was a boy, we had summers that were real summers, so hot you could sunbathe in your own back garden. Whilst walking the children to school, I tell them how July wasn’t always so wet and how the sun always took us to the beach with our buckets and spades. They look at me like I’m making it all up. Only 10 and 8, they don’t know any different- July and August or (summer holidays) mean nothing but rain. They don’t own a bucket and spade.
We spent Christmas at home this year but travelled to Edinburgh, Scotland for New Year’s Eve with the children. No snow for a change, but we suffered some of the worst gales in nearly 15 years with wind speeds of up to 102mph in Edinburgh. The journey home was dreadful. Made a few sketches from our visit and took lots of photos. Happy New Year to all my friends and followers.