Gesso, charcoal, pastel and acrylic on The Courier and Evening Telegraph. 28/5/2015
Friday morning. It was supposed to be warm. It wasn’t .The wind was blowing my paper across the road, so having retrieved it I decided on a bus shelter, to use the walls to stick my paper on to, and draw what was in front of me. People were standing waiting for their bus and looking over my shoulder, quietly watching while I drew. I would stop every now and then and chat. These are some of the things we discussed –
Playing cribbie, knitted toys, the rubbish bus service, dementia, seeing a ferret at the burn, visiting family and friends, garden centres, nearly getting into art college, photography and darkrooms, community picnics, working late shifts on the buses, living back at home, the weather and losing someone you love.
I think perhaps a series of bus shelter work might develop, maybe bigger and more dangerous in scale ?!! There are a lot of bus shelters to get round, a whole lot more drawing and stories……
Sitting on my wee camping stool by the burn. Dogs sniffing, pheasants screeching, leaves bristling. Man standing next to me reading the paper in dark sunglasses, doesn’t know I am there. Yellow broom in flower. Man with an anchor tattoo. Woman with a scottie dog. Cyclists, joggers, ….’nice day for it’…., pins and needles, hogweed, comfrey, conversations about photographs, family, dog fouling, DC Thompsons, artists in Dundee, tree planting. The sound of the water, apologies from dog owners , sore back, small birds flying through the willow branches and warm sun on my neck.
Street and cctv camera. Buses braking at the junction, wind in the trees,’Cheerio’, mobile phones, coughing, ‘Are you drawing’ ?,smell of cut grass, ripping of paper as the wind catches, tearing of tape to stick paper together, laughter, car doors slamming, litter rustling along the fence, ‘Aye, see you later’…,seagulls, pushchairs, bluebells, rain, sighing, squeaky trainers,someone reading a cutting from a newspaper and placing it carefully back in a wallet, pencil on paper, shopping bags, hair blowing in my face, police siren.