Sometimes when I’m running errands, I like to pop into my local church and just sit. I’m not particularly religious, but I overthink my day, say thanks and sometimes – when I’m in an exceptionally spiritual mood – I chat with the universe.
There is something lovely about churches (and mosques and temples, for that matter). They hold a quiet. A piece of mind. A just sit and be. A welcome home.
I closed my eyes.
That’s when I noticed it. The church – which is under renovation – didn’t smell like the usual candles or incense. It smelled like paint. It smelled like an artists atelier, complete with a hint of dust on the floor and soft filtered light floating through matte windows.
I tried to draw my mom and me from a picture for mothers day. It didn’t turn out as good as I hoped… I really regret having done the outlines, it looked better without. But then there’s no ctrl Z on real paper…
I thought it would be nice to do a hand made gift after all those years. Because you do it when you’re little, remember? You make this useless things in kinder garden and your parents have to pretend to be super stoked about them. But then, I do agree that there is a value in hand made things that can’t be found in a bought gift so… Outlines or no outlines, it’s still better than what I did 28 years ago 🙂
I made this drawing of the ruins in the the Natural Park between Castilblanco de los Arroyos and El Real de la Jara on request by J. The fields weren’t this wavy and the sky wasn’t as dark, but the landscape felt grand and the small silhouettes of pilgrims walking towards the ruins gave the scene something daunting. We joked about ghost stories and sat between the tiny white flowers in the grass. I was the happiest I’d been in months. And then, for no reason, J showed me a picture he took of the ruins and said “draw them for me, if you want.” I think he expected a more joyful portrayal. Perhaps a more skilful one as well. But yet I kept my promise.
My latest watercolour practice turned out way better than expected.
I don’t really know how I manage to make a drawing both better looking than real life and disproportional at the same time… but it’s still my best attempt to self portrait ever. I’m happy.
I wish I had a jawline like that in real life though… Hahaha! Not.
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