30 January, 2016. It’s unseasonably warm and I’m taking advantage of that unusual situation to get outside, ride, sketch, and visit my favorite pub. I recharged my Pentel Brush Pen with a fresh cartridge of ink and sallied forth this weekend with no other purpose in mind except to enjoy myself.
While out bike sketching, it’s seldom that I find a location with a convenient rock or bench to sit upon while sketching. My bag makes a halfway decent table, so I wind up standing astride my bike and scribbling, and sometimes wind up with a quick sketch that has some movement and energy as this one of trees does. That’s the sort of thing that makes me very happy!
It’s much warmer than it should be for the end of January, but the pond is still frozen quite solid.
I far prefer to keep the line work loose. The lines are cleaner, but lack energy when I find a bench to sit upon and draw as happened in this sketch.
Last night, I grabbed my brush pen – not realizing it was almost dry – and rode down to the pub for a burger and a brew and a bit of “pub scrawling.” Pub scrawling is what I call sitting at the bar and drawing the patrons as I enjoy a cold glass of Rylie Porter. One fellow caught my eye and I think perhaps he “made” me doing so – probably because the people around me weren’t shy about looking over my shoulder as I sketched. I’d suddenly become so popular that I felt a little like a celebrity!
I rather enjoyed working with the almost dry brush pen.