Sketches from the Poznan symposium

If you read my previous post, you know I had some trouble sketching in Berlin. Happily, that changed once I arrived in Poznan, Poland, for the Urban Sketchers Symposium.

If you follow the social media accounts of other sketchers who were there (and there were hundreds, both registered for the event or just there to sketch with friends) you would have seen a multitude of sketches from Stary Rynek, the Old Market Square in Poznan. The centrepiece of the square is the Renaissance town hall, but the square is lined with colourfully restored ornate buildings, restaurants, huge umbrellas, and crowded with people at almost any time of day or night.

For my first sketch I chose the fisherman’s houses — narrow buildings decorated with geometric designs and elaborate medallions. I sketched quite early in the day before the crowds arrive, but by noon this part of the square filled up with hundreds of people with necks craned and cameras pointed at the town hall, waiting for the two goats that come out from the tower twice a day to butt heads. Goats are a theme in Poznan. I wish I had added a few to my sketchbook pages, but there wasn’t much time left after teaching.

For my workshop location, I chose the quieter side of the square where I found some shade, a few benches, a water spout and a respite from the crowds. From there, we faced one of the most beautiful facades on the square — the 18th century eagle-topped Działyński Palace, which escaped damage during World War II.

On one afternoon I had a bit of time to sketch on my own before the event started. I found a shady corner to paint the late day crowds on the square.

It’s hard to summarize what it’s like to attend an Urban Sketcher’s symposium. In between teaching, reconnecting with old friends, meeting new people, attending lectures, taking workshops, touring booths at the art market and running between various locations, there’s barely time to breathe. But it’s also the most inspiring and exciting sketching event I have ever attended, and that is true for all 8 I have been to. I don’t have enough adjectives to describe the talent and skill level of sketchers who attend the event or who come on their own as independent sketchers.

Organizing a USk symposium is a gargantuan task, and I send out a huge thank you to the many, many local volunteers who organized all the events, proudly showed us around the city, led us to our locations, stood by while we taught, distributed supplies and fended off curious bystanders. A big thank you also goes out to all of the event sponsors and especially my workshop sponsor — Winsor & Newton — who generously supplied pencils, paper and many tubes of paint!

As always, it takes a long time to come down from the high of an event like this. It was the same way I felt after my first symposium in 2012 and after every one I’ve attended since. I have a drawer full of new supplies to try, a stack of new books to read, a head full of ideas, and many months of winter ahead of me in my studio to practice what I’ve learned in Poznan. If you were one of the lucky people who was there too, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.


Out of lines in Berlin

I’ve been thinking about Berlin a lot lately. We just returned from the Urban Sketchers Symposium in Poznan, Poland (more about that in another post) but before that we spent 6 days in Berlin.

I had great plans to sketch all the famous monuments in the city: The Brandenburg Gate, the Berliner Dom, the Reichstag building and Norman Foster’s glass dome. But we were there during a heat wave and by the time I recovered from jet lag, it was way too hot to sit outside.

I suppose I could have pushed myself to go out very early in the morning to sketch, but I didn’t. I had very little motivation to sketch while I was there, and it was only days later, after we left the city, that I realized why. Besides the oppressive heat that made it impossible to breathe outdoors, I think I was rendered sketchless by the weight of history in that city. In the central section of Potsdamer Platz where we were staying, reminders are on every corner in the form of educational posters and plaques, in the remaining sections of the Berlin Wall, in museum panels, even in the cobblestones you are walking on. On one of our first days there we stopped to try the famous currywurst at an outdoor stall on a busy corner. I drew the most colourful thing I could find — the famous East German Trabant car at Trabiworld, and only later did I find out that from our outdoor seats, we had our backs to the former site of Gestapo and SS security headquarters.

As the days went on, I became more and more overwhelmed by the heat and the history. One day I sat at the edge of a park in Kreuzberg and barely managed to eke out a few monochrome sketches.

I think if I go back to Berlin, I will be more prepared next time. I will try to go when the weather is cooler, but I will also be more aware of how it’s not just what you are seeing that colours your view of a place. It’s also what you are feeling, and you have to pay attention to that too.


Deborah’s garden

My friend Deborah has an incredible garden — swathes of perennials, apple trees, carefully tended shrubs, exotic lilies and colourful annuals flowering in containers of different sizes. I think late July or early August is the best time to visit.

When I visited her last week I had a bit of time to paint in the garden, with Alice happily sleeping by my side. I chose to sit on a low stool and look right into the flower beds. Instead of focussing on one section of the painting, I tried to convey the beautiful pattern of daylilies (at my eye level) and daisies (a little above me).

I’ve been trying out some new stock: Millford watercolour paper from St. Cuthberts Mill in the UK. I bought a block a few weeks ago and have used it (and enjoyed it) a couple of times. You can read about the features of the paper in my link, but basically it is sized so that the paper stays wetter longer. As with all cotton papers from that mill, this is really nice to work on and it does indeed stay wetter longer even on a warm summer day.


No place like home

Alice is tired today and catching up on some rest. She swam on the weekend when we visited friends at their lakeside cottage, and it’s more activity than she’s used to.

In the summer she can’t run in the woods because of the tick problem. Instead she walks with me on the boring suburban streets, and it’s just not the same type of running and jumping over logs that she likes, and that keeps her in really good shape. So when she does get to run free and to swim, she has to recover for a few days afterwards.

I drew Alice today with two Pilot fountain pens: one extra-fine point filled with grey ink and one fine point filled with Platinum Carbon ink, in my Hahnemuhle portrait format A4 sketchbook. I didn’t have to go far to find her in the house. As always, she is by my side, whether I am in my office, working in my studio, or cooking in the kitchen. I have travelled a lot these past few months and feel quite bad about leaving her with our dog sitter when I go, even though she is lovingly cared for there. But of course, when I return, I can see that she is happiest here, on our daily walks, or in the house going from room to room and bed to bed.