At the risk of having made my last post ‘Ich Bin Ein Hamburger’ too long for my liking, I have a section two for my Hamburg adventure.
I had found myself with some spare time on my own so settled down at one of the outside tables of M&V Bar. Here I drank tea and drew people that walked past and inspired me. Please peruse the fruits of my labour:
I liked how angular this guy’s face was.
This lady made me think of some fly with her sunglasses so huge they almost eclipsed her face.
I’m not so pleased with old man face but I think I caught his life-bothers-me-but-not-as-much-as-your-face-does-right-now expression
I really liked this scruffy trampy dude. He was most interesting to draw and I think came out best!
I was quite impressed how vertical this lady’s hair managed to stay!
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: