There are different breeds of nerd, I myself am a bit of a book nerd. A haven for book nerds can be the local library. I don’t tend to buy books* as I regard my library somewhat as a vast personal bookcase that I don’t have to keep at home, clogging up space.
So imagine my joy at the prospect of making my own book that will go on a road trip across America, finishing up in The Brooklyn Arts Library. My contribution will be similar to the theme that I followed last time – I love making illustrated journals. The Sketchbook Project allows me to indulge this. The great news is that you can take part too! Check out the link – you’ll even find other inspirational projects to join too: Art House Co-op
You can see the start I made on my book below:
This was a stall at the Bristol Harbourside Festival, selling candle powered boats. The stall was fantastic to look at in itself (although the boats were cool), with bunting strung and vintage signage. The vendors got in the spirit and were dressed as pirates. Brilliant.
I was also once told by an art teacher that I should never draw with biro. This picture reminds me that it’s ok to break some rules.
Pencil sketch of people laying on the grass at college green in Bristol, taking a rest from the crowds at the harbourside. The right page shows the Relay Rips and at the bottom, the start of my Gossington Festival drawings.
*Using the term ‘books’ was a bit generic, therefore saying I don’t buy books is not entirely accurate. I have a real vice for buying children’s books. So many in fact, that the combined weight of them all broke my shelf, spewing books all over me and my room. The homicidal shelf (yes it damn near cracked my head open) chose it’s moment in the dead of night, at my most vulnerable. It was the most terrifying wake up call I’d ever had. But that’s another story.
Ok, so I’m feeling a wince at the incorrect German but for comedy effect, it’s staying. Having felt quite chuffed 10 years previously at the end of my German language G.C.S.E exam I thought a holiday would be a great way of seeing what I remembered. After a series of awkward hand gestures and fading at the 3rd syllable of incredibly long words I quickly realised my Deustch was the wurst. Fortunately for me, the friend I had gone to visit spoke German fluently and was able to help clear up my car crash of sounds. Thank you kindly Amazing Miss Alice. I had the pleasure of meeting her lovely little hamsters – Hannah and Sophie – in a previous post, you can meet them too if you follow the Amazing Miss Alice link.
If you thought my holiday in Hamburg was just a jolly, think again! We spent lots of effort on moseying, kicking back, hanging out, mooching and swinging. And drawing. Don’t forget the drawing.
My first picture of St. Marien Cathedral was a bit of a warm up, which is why it looks representative of the leaning tower of Pisa opposed to a cathedral…
Hand cramp and numb fingers told me it might be a good idea to head inside. Pew numbers and a stained glass window took my fancy –
Whilst drawing the window, I was lucky enough to be treated to the organist’s practise time. The dramatic music penetrating every bit of my head made me feel like I should have been in Mordor or something but I always manage to leave my Ring at home, dammit. I couldn’t decide whether an elf leap or a hobbit waddle was more appropriate but I made my way to a good view of the dwarfed musician.
It was truly incredible; the sound of the organ filling every corner of the cathedral, filling my head, every space as I walked to the door and into silence.
Well, the relative silence of outside. I later drew the train station Hauptbahnhof (a few stops down from Hasslehof):
And the spire of St Georgs as viewed from Hauptbahnhof: