Then last weekend, we ventured into parts unknown just minutes out of town really. I was on the hunt for old, abandoned barns and houses to draw and found a perfect one. Pulled into the driveway, a field really, tire tracks. No gates and padlocks. My guy got out to poke around and I stayed put. He was back in about ten minutes. The air was really cold and crisp that day. We drove back to the city and I had my drawing. But then, heading west on 115 Street, I glimpsed a really unusual, boarded up storefront. The next day, I went back, sat in a parking lot across the street and endured the quizzical and suspicious looks of some street folks thereabouts. A couple even peered into the car as they ambled by, to see what I was doing there for so long - and smiled at me. I guess they liked what they saw.
Ventured out of town on the last two weekends. Spring will do that to you. The snow has dissipated, the air is clear and warm, and there is restlessness afoot. I backed into a country driveway to sketch the fields and low wet land across the road. There was an iron gate with a chain and padlock on it preventing anyone from venturing up the driveway. It looked abandoned anyway. I felt safe from interruption and drew up a quick sketch of the view. Then I pulled out my watercolours and water brushes, bent my head over my work and dabbed on colour. Totally absorbed, I was. Into the little painting, I fell. Until I heard a rapping on my car window. There she was, the owner, her truck parked on the roadway, asking me politely to let her in to her own drive. Inviting me to back in after I let her pass if I wanted to. I didn't. I was finished anyway. I not only got a nice little sketch but a nice little story as a bonus.
Then last weekend, we ventured into parts unknown just minutes out of town really. I was on the hunt for old, abandoned barns and houses to draw and found a perfect one. Pulled into the driveway, a field really, tire tracks. No gates and padlocks. My guy got out to poke around and I stayed put. He was back in about ten minutes. The air was really cold and crisp that day. We drove back to the city and I had my drawing. But then, heading west on 115 Street, I glimpsed a really unusual, boarded up storefront. The next day, I went back, sat in a parking lot across the street and endured the quizzical and suspicious looks of some street folks thereabouts. A couple even peered into the car as they ambled by, to see what I was doing there for so long - and smiled at me. I guess they liked what they saw.
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My name is Yvonne Rezek. This is a blog about what my hands are up to. Mostly sketches and drawings, some of my pottery, maybe even some knitting.
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