Surprise!

orchid sketch

"February Surprise", mixed media by Kerry McFall

When this orchid showed up last summer, I would have given you good odds that it would be in the compost heap by Christmas if not before.  It didn’t even have a drainage hole in the bottom of the pot!  …So here it is February, and it’s not only alive and kicking, it’s blooming beautifully!  The inescapable conclusion is that orchids thrive on neglect.

The purple is almost effervescent, with just a touch of peach and lime.  A lovely surprise, and a simple subject for a quick sketch.  It’s fun to choose a couple of colors and begin sketches with a splash of watercolor before I make any other marks, then figure out how to either work around the splashes or work them in to the forms.  The watery “bleeds” of the green into the purples made the perfect segue into moss.

Lions of Another Sort

"Sea Lions", mixed media by Kerry McFall

With thanks to the Oregon Coast Aquarium photograph archives, here is a sketch of the sea lions that appeared as tiny dots in the ocean in my previous post.  Sea Lions are strange and fascinating creatures, perhaps the ultimate “walking fish”!

Botswana Hors d’Ouevres?

"Entourage", mixed media by Kerry McFall

We tumbled into the boat panting almost as soon as we arrived at Chobe Lodge, anxious not to miss the afternoon tour.  I looked skeptically at the large boat, the bartender, the people with camera lenses as long as my arm, and thought, “Well, it’s all part of the experience.  Any wild animals will be miles away.”  But my skepticism vanished almost immediately.  There across the river, in the lush spring marsh, was an IMMENSE elephant, munching away like one of Aunt Audrey’s milk cows, oblivious to our boat and several other smaller boats.

And that was just the beginning.  The lone bull elephant was our first sighting of what are known as The Big Five in Botswana, big five as in Really Big Animals Who Look Prehistoric.  Wow.  Even the loud/drunk South African pig farmer on our boat (reminded me of a Dutch rugby player I dated in college) couldn’t diminish the experience.  Magical.  Unforgettable.  So magical that I didn’t even try to sketch, I just took photos with my tiny camera, knowing that sooner or later I would be back here in Oregon watching the rain and loving the intensity of fond memories as I sketched.  So here he is, with his personal entourage, which at some point I will research to figure out what these birds are and why they were following him… elephant poop hors d’ouevres perhaps?

 

Daydreaming about May

Sketch of wild iris

"Daydreaming about May", mixed media by Kerry McFall

Going through photos from 2011 as part of my “get better organized” New Year’s resolution yielded a nice shot of wild iris at Finley Wildlife Refuge from last May.  It’s been so bleak and soggy here since we got home that I felt like a bit of Flower Therapy was in order for the sketch book, so I spent a couple of glorious hours Sunday afternoon daydreaming about May…  I put into action a suggestion from a wonderful  book about sketching that I’m reading (The Art of Travel with a Sketchbook by Mari Le Glatin Keis) – start with a watercolor wash on the page.  So simple, but so effective, and as I read I was delighted to recognize the names of several contributing Corvallis artists I know: Gale Everett and George Norek.  I wish I had read the book before I traveled, but then again, it felt like I had enough going on without more ideas to overwhelm me!

After enjoying the book so much, I was left with a sense of real loss when I googled her name and discovered that she died about this time last year from breast cancer.  She was about my age.  I wish I had known her.  The book seems like such a gift for those of us who couldn’t go with her on her sketching journeys.  And it is inspiration to keep looking and seeing and sketching – and daydreaming on paper.

sketch of jar of peaches

"Summer in a Jar", mixed media by Kerry McFall

A Christmas/New Year’s gift from my friend Tracy couldn’t have hit the mark any closer of what I need to cheer me up - summer in a jar!  There is nothing to compare with the taste of home-preserved peaches.  When you hear the lid pop, the rich smell of August and the warmth of sunshine drifts up and pushes away the cold of January (ice is on the beaver ponds near my office… brrr).  You can almost imagine the peach fuzz on your cheek if you lean close enough.  When someone gives you a gift of a golden jar, you can revel in the knowledge that they care about you enough to struggle for hours over a hot stove with slippery skins and gooey pits and sticky kitchen floors… Thank you, Tracy!

Oregon’s January Palette

"Oregon's Winter Palette", watercolor and colored pencil by Kerry McFall

Clearly, we’re not in Botswana any more… or Tennessee, or Brooklyn.  Sigh.

But it’s beautiful here in a cold, foggy kind of way.  This afternoon I walked the Bald Hill Farm trail as part of my “re-entry” therapy – the Oregon Winter palette is very simple:  grey, pale lichen green, more grey, nut brown, dead grass green, and thank goodness for the red of wild rosehips.

I hope to find time to post the last few Botswana sketches soon, but I’ll be back to work tomorrow so it may be a few days before I get everything sorted out.

Pula! (Rain!)

Woke up with aching joints like home… no wonder, it’s finally raining!  This is the “rainy season” they tell us, but we’ve been here 12 days and this is the first Pula we have seen.  In the Botswana language, Pula means Rain, Life, and Money, all in one.  It’s also what you say instead of good-bye, wishing for rain for the future.  Very astute.

Mostly I’ve been “arting” with the kids since we arrived in Botswana.  That’s what Masego calls it – it’s the all inclusive verb for painting, drawing, using markers or crayons, whatever – as in, she sees a flower she likes and trills, “Grandma, let’s art it!”. 

"Botswana Baskets", mixed media by Kerry McFall

 

 

 

The Luxury of a Library

"Luxury" by Kerry McFall

 Surrounded by students, I sat in the Library of the Royal Bourough of Kensington and Chelsea this afternoon and reveled in the very luxury of having an entire afternoon to be In the Presence of Books.  It’s been years since I really had an opportunity to read more than the occasional chapter before bedtime, and even more years since I had time to study.  The college age students around me seemed oblivious to their privilege, sighing, fidgeting.  The young dipstick to my left had his earbud music up so loud that I could actually hear it echoing through the hollows in his skull  – I pity his poor spouse in 40 years when he is for all intents and purposes deaf.  But back to the library.

We have spent quite a few afternoons in libraries, Griff working on his laptop, me prowling the art and local history sections.  Some neighborhood libraries here in London are simply pathetic shadows of what they used to be, shelves holding a smattering of worn paperbacks and DVDs.  Others are wonders.  Today’s was indeed a wonder, quiet and spacious and smelling of ink and paper.  I spread out my colored pencils and papers,  then for four hours I indulged in ”The London Sketch Club”, a limited edition publication probably found only in London, followed by a huge glossy “oversize” book of Willam Morris designs, then a volume about Grotesques and Gargoyles on medieval Catholic buildings.  I sketched as I read, making graphic notes about borders I especially liked. 

After awhile I began to realize that everything I have seen and done on this trip is beginning to “gel”.  The seemingly random sketches and events and lessons are all having an impact on my perception and style.  For instance, I’m finally beginning to “get it” with the human body.  Here is my latest sketch made from a sculpture in the Victoria and Albert museum:

"Dragon Rider" by Kerry McFall

Not perfect, but as close as I’ve ever come to saying, “By George, I think I’ve got it!”  And for the first time, some random person walked up behind me as I sketched and said, “Brilliant!”  But aside from that, there’s a feeling of beginning to grasp that art throughout human history flows like rivers, that there are certain themes and shapes that recur all over the planet , that it’s all intertwined.  For awhile a couple of weeks ago I was overwhelmed by all the genius I was seeing, on the verge of feeling too humbled to make anything more… but the realization that every new thing is based at least in part on some old thing inspires me  to keep going.  Beyond the sheer in-the-moment joy of sketching, painting, and making, every inconsequential little sketch or cartoon has the potential to evolve into something worthwhile on a larger scale.  Or not.  Either way, it’s wonderful to be here.

For the next three weeks (can that be all?!) I will continue with my Life Drawing classes, my sketching classes, and my library pursuits about design, and whatever else presents itself. Then I will see how  Africa fits into the universal patterns I’m finding.   And in the meantime, the bonus is that most of London is stringing up billions of lights that will be illuminated for Christmas very soon!  Woohoo!

Nautical Themes

Drawing of Calais Docks

"Calais Docks", by Kerry McFall

Going back a few weeks in my Moleskine, I finished the quick sketch I did before dinner the night we stayed in Calais.  Dinner included wonderful little mussels, so i added those as a border.  The fishermen were mending their nets on the rocks below the hotel, and the boats in the harbor were anchored together in a necklace of ropes separated by bright orange buoys, so all of that became part of the “fabric” of the sketch.  Fun!

Following the nautical theme, we’re in the Putney region of London now, and we’ve found a great spot on the Thames to watch the rowing practices near the bridge. 

"Rowing at Putney Bridge", by Kerry McFall

The first night here I intended to capture just the chocolate river and the fading leaves, but suddenly the rowers came into view and I sketched them very quickly.  Turned out they were a bit too big for the river, but that’s what I like to think of as artistic license.  Then the sun came out from behind the clouds and set the leaves on fire, so suddenly it was a very different undertaking.  And I love the little sign that says “Bay liable to flooding,”… so subtle, so British.  They could say “don’t park here unless you want your car to float away,” but much like all of the “Mind the Gap” reminders  in the subways, they leave you to figure out the risks for yourself.

Medieval Times: Every Day is Halloween

sketch of grotesqhe faces

"Grotesques", by Kerry McFall

If you’ve ever worried about Halloween being too scary, just picture living in medival times. These two ghouls would have greeted you and your little darlings every Sunday as you entered and left the church, leering down from above; in the case of the fellow on the left, even spitting cold water at you on rainy days.  He’s actuallly even scarier now, because they’ve recently added a row of needle-like pigeon-prevention-spikes inside his mouth.  Eew.  And you thought that those scary faces were inventions of Marvel Comics!

I’ve been making a point of photographing “grotesques” and gargoyles when I get close enough to really see one.  (A gargoyle is a grotesque that incorporates a gutter  downspout -  we learned that on our tour of Oxford!)  They have fascinated me ever since Koln, when I suspected that I was seeing faces in the decor on the cathedral.  And it turns out I was right.  Especially in Oxford and Canterbury, those sculptors and artists really got carried away, not just with scary faces but with mocking actual individuals.  Risky business, that.

And if you ever worry about violent video games, just be glad that we no longer sanction witch burning, wife dunking, beheading, or drawing and quartering.  I question whether or not video games represent progress, but at least the blood and gore is digital… until you make guns easily available at random of course.  So if you’re not scared on that note… BOoOOo!