Day 47: Once a river ran here
Near to where we are staying there is, somewhat weirdly, a sturdy, stone bridge which goes nowhere and crosses nothing but an earthen path down to »
Near to where we are staying there is, somewhat weirdly, a sturdy, stone bridge which goes nowhere and crosses nothing but an earthen path down to »
Here in the Dordogne we're lucky enough to be staying in a B&B which sits right next to the river, overlooking it. Yesterday we »
Here in the sunny Dordogne sunglasses are rather an necessary accessory; British eyes are unused to sunlight of this intensity. So I've been wearing my sunnies »
Today, sat at the breakfast table, I reflected on how much I enjoy drawing objects formed of recognisable shapes. There's real, direct feedback when you get »
I rather like drawing fruit (almost as much as I like eating it) with its pleasing contours, texture and shading. It's best in colour, of course, »
Casting around for inspiration this lunchtime I found myself gazing at the hole in the centre of my picnic table; the grain of the wood was »
One thing that frustrates is how long it takes me to sketch out even simple shapes. Much of the time I try one line, then another, »
It's hard to believe that I'm 40 days into this project already and I still can't draw circles or ellipses very well. This was made obvious »
Sometimes it's nice to just sketch something small and almost insignificant rather than going for the bigger picture; I firmly believe that with enough skill anything »
When you're learning a new skill, such as drawing, you've got to be prepared to fail every now and again. Obviously it's nice to believe that »