another evening in a pub after a long meeting, no studio time so you get a glorified sketch.
I don’t draw people from observation much. Though I was looking at specific people as I drew this, I wouldn’t call them portraits, I’m not good enough at making likenesses. But I find it informative to observe details that can later take shape in imagination.
I went out to a pub sing with a friend, so didn’t have any studio time. I made some sketches of people I saw, but this isn’t one of them. Maybe it’s just the inner me, out on the town.
I was looking at the egret as I crossed the bridge over the river, then a cormorant flew in and landed on the water right under me.
The cormorant didn’t make it into this drawing though! Also I hasten to add that I’m still drawing from imagination not observation, so you birders please forgive my inaccuracies.
I live in a place with lots of small farms. On my drive home I passed a couple of fields where they were cutting and baling hay. Thinking about harvest, even after this dry dry summer.