August 26, 2012

My Moleskine today...


Our last days of vacation are coming to an end. My son Alix is getting better, but we have adopted the "slow mood and rest option". Myself, I have not so fun with my broken muscle or rib... Feels more like the worse of them today, whatever that can be. I hope the 12 hours trip back home won't be too painful.
Here are a double page doodles of my son Alix, the last few days.

August 25, 2012

Two sketches at a time...



One sunset, two sketches...
When the sun sets here at Mauritius it's like a great show anywhere you look at the horizon and the sky. The changes are in high speed motion. Every evening it's a big surpise, and I'm always amazed about how fast, how beautiful and dramatic it is.
Here are tonights attempt to catch it in my sketchbook; two different spots of the horizon, done as much as possible at the same time.

August 23, 2012

A little update...

Well, it looks like I will have to be quiet for the rest of my vacation, and longer... I broke a rib yesterday in a bad fall when waterskiing. I'm a bit sad not being able to continue skiing, but I won't complain as it could be worse.
Maybe this is the best way to make me draw here, to stop sports and start reading and drawing. For now my body hurts a little too much, but as soon as possible I'll try to find an occupation, or I'll get restless.

August 20, 2012

Urgent sunset sketch again...


The result is à mess, but I got à clear image of that sunset in my mind. I think that is one of the things that counts...

August 08, 2012

A try to post from my iPhone...



Another watercolor sketch from Bretagne and mostly my first try to blog from my iPhone. Ezra, my friend, gave me a suggestion about how I could do it... In à second I'll see if it worked, he he.

So the verdict, quite smoth but still I need some practice and the quality of the picture could be better. But it seems promising for the next coming weeks. So long...



August 06, 2012

Watercolor sketch from Bretagne...

As I might have mentioned already I was supposed to paint in Bretagne. Sadly the weather wasn't good enough to sketch on the spot. Once it got better, of course I had to take care of my son and make him enjoy his vacation and the sunny days left. We had a very nice vacation together, even with me being unproductive.
This is one of the few sketches I managed to do. It illustrates a few of the many boat wreckages laying around Brittany's coasts and rivers.
I hope to be able to come up with some more before the end of this week... no promise though...
Hope you are all having a pleasant summer!

August 03, 2012

My Moleskine today...


Had a few hours to kill this afternoon, while waiting for my son.
It started raining as soon as we arrived to the spot we were heading. After leaving my son, I decided to take shelter at a café, to draw a little. I didn't really know what to do with all that time I had ahead of me, but finally it ended up not being a big problem. Time flew.
It took just a few minutes before an american sat down beside me, looked at me drawing and started a conversation. A long conversation with a few interesting parts. I was telling myself, I'm talking to a stranger, what I usually avoid.
I've changed attitude a bit. Lately I try to be more open towards others, to see if it changes the everyday routine for better. Let's say to give more "looseness" and surprises into it. You never know, sometimes you could meet a new friend, only by starting a conversation. A few years ago I spontaneously talked to a now very special person, and he became one of my best friends!
Never mind now, after an hour or so, this american suddenly stood up explaining that he had to leave (!!), his wife was waiting for him in the hotel around the corner. (The poor wife must have been wondering where her husband went for so long!).
Finally I could go back concentrating on other people around me, and on what I was supposed to do.
I find it very interesting to hear about someone else's life in a foreign country, where habits and rules are not the ones we're used to. They often talk about what they like and hate or what surprises them in a city like Paris or a country like France. But lately above all, the subject is the crisis, and their struggle trying to create that decent life, even when they are educated and have a decent job. The "life" most of us are "programmed" to strive for, to gain happiness and respect.
When this man sat down beside me, I was actually drawing a bunch of homeless men sitting a bit further away. A contrast to his conversation, as more and more of those "who didn't make it", are nowadays laying around in the streets in Paris, without shelter.