TBA - Habitus

Huge draperies of parachute silk (actually tyvek) hung from the rafters of the old police horse paddock.  Near to each one was a pulley, with a couple of what looked like bell ropes.  The nice volunteer explained that they were actual bell-ropes, salvaged from churches.  So I made like a bellringer tolling a peel, getting the nearest parachute thing to start rotating.  And she panicked, cause I wasn't supposed to pump it more than once.

The model of the city that used to be in the basement of the Portland building was set up in the midst of all the draperies.

I sat down to sketch one of the draperies.  More or less.  It kept blowing this way and that in the wind, so all I could do was an impression of my memory of what it had been doing at one particular instant.

PAM

The prompt today was to sketch, not the art work, but the people looking at the art work.


I wandered around for a bit, and was struck by a cutie walking by.  I tried to memorize her face, then sat down and called it back up.




After that I broke from the assignment to do the orange fishmobile, to make sure that I'd sketched it before the exhibition closed.

Then I joined a couple other sketchers on a bench tucked into an alcove, and did whoever walked in front of me.  Quickly, because they never stood still for more than a minute.  Even the guards kept on the move, pacing here and there, and into the next room and back.

Sketchcrawl in Laurelhurst

It was a big group, with sketchers stretched for a block in either direction, on both sides of the street.  I'd gotten there late and found an unoccupied curb and sat down to do my own sketch.

And then, another sketcher just down the curb a bit.

In the neighborhood

Gregg was coming down from Seattle for the weekend, so Vicky organized a special sketchcrawl for him, in my neighborhood.

Most people headed towards Trinity Cathedral.  But I'd done the red doors (or at least one of them) recently and headed the other way, to William Temple House.  And, seeing how Oliver lived only next door, I stopped by to see if he was receiving visitors.  And he was.  In fact, he climbed up into my lap and took a nap.  And so, instead of sketching William Temple House, I sketched Oliver.

I got done with that before he showed any sign of getting up, so I picked the second most interesting thing I could see - the entrance to the apartment building across the street.

Halfway through that a black cat tried to sneak into Oliver's territory, and he had to get off my lap to evict him.  And then Kalina and John and John's dog, Trevor, showed up, looking for sketchers.  For Gregg in particular.  We chatted for a bit and I scratched the dog's ears, and then they went off towards Trinity.  And Oliver, who had been lurking nearby, came out and gave me a right what-for for having paid attention to a mere dog.  And climbed back up into my lap.

When I was done with the second sketch, and had shifted the cat, I wandered over to Trinity myself, and had time to do a quick sketch of the northeast corner of the cathedral.

Airstream Trailers, at the art museum

Today, to complement the exhibit of streamlined cars, a gathering of airstream trailers was set up in the Park Blocks.  Only about a half dozen in all.

This was the smallest of the lot.

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And the one around the corner had a color scheme of orange and silver.  Including a number of orange flamingos

Lan Su