Everyday number 34. Cigar man with friends and beers. Small village near Rio Tajuña, south of Madrid. Wax crayons and coloured pencils.
There’s nothing like turning up in a tiny village you haven’t been to before, sitting on the local bar terrace, and watching the people that live there go about their lives. It’s a window onto a different world. I’d like to visit a different one every day and make a drawing or photograph of what I find. Right now I can’t do it everyday even if I wanted to!
Everydays numbers 31 and 32. Yesterday and today. The first two, from yesterday, with wax crayons, the memory of a stormy day, and a face in the night:
And from today… I’m fascinated by ‘drawing’, the simple act of putting pen to paper, the simple fun of making a picture with lines. These were drawn sitting on a rock half-way up a wooded mountain near El Escorial, 50km from Madrid. The first, an archetype of the sierra in my mind, the second, just lines that appeared while listening to the birds and the wind in the trees…
On I go! 4 weeks with a drawing a day so far, and whether there is any improvement or not artistically, I have no idea – that will take years – but I do know that I am happier. Art is good for you. The podcast I listened to today finishes with the question ‘What is art for?’ I think the answer is: It’s for feeling better.