I took my time moving from one painting to the next, reading all the notes and commentary, savoring this rare chance to forget all the things clamoring for my attention and just soak up the beauty of the art.
What better way to remember my museum interlude than with a sketch? I plopped myself down on a couch, pulled out my pen and sketchbook, and surreptitiously began to draw a man studying a painting nearby (top left on the page). Since people in a gallery tend to stop, stand, and stare a lot, it wasn't too difficult to get a quick impression down on paper. When he moved, I just waited for him to assume a similar stance again, so I could finish my mini sketch. His head ended up looking a bit misplaced, but instead of fretting over what couldn't be changed, I began looking for my next victim, er, subject.
Drawing people directly in ink is kind of nerve-wracking for me, and my first sketch or two are usually the worst on a page. But things tend to improve as I relax and loosen up. This was the my second attempt that day...
|I just realized I forgot to paint his hands!|
Having so many people turn their backs on me made my job a lot easier!
I was surprised at how many people were there on a weekday afternoon; there was no shortage of subject matter. This was my sixth sketch of the day...
I'm happy when I manage to capture something like the way the mom, above, leans toward her daughter.
As I headed out of the gallery and down the main hall, I spied this woman in a colorful maxi dress.
She was so engrossed in her phone that it was almost like having a paid model. She sat motionless (except for her texting fingers) the whole time I was sketching her.
It was such a fun day, and it made me vow to visit the museum more often. Maybe being in the presence of all that genius will begin to rub off on me. I can only hope!