It's taken me a few weeks to get settled in London, This week is the first time I've really dug my sketchbook out and done some drawings. I've discovered that Londoners can't walk. At first, on the street you want to blame tourists for forcing you to slalom all over the pavement but then you go in a supermarket and find that it's full of people with no spacial awareness at all. It's like trying to walk between custard. And it's fascinating. I've not pulled my sketchbook out in Waitrose just yet, instead I'm enjoying doodling on busy tubes- i don't want to get trampled by pink trousers.
But the contrast to the movement and intensity at rush hour is the eery stillness and suppressed expectation you feel at night.
This week the rest of the "drawer/printer" artist-teachers and I ran a workshop for the remainder of our PGCE cohort, designed to introduce them to some techniques and ideas from our specialism. I won't go into all the details of the exercises, but the idea was to explore various mark-making and sensory drawing in order to create a self portrait. We did some memory drawing, drawing the inside of the mouth- feeling it's shape with your tongue, some blind drawing, group drawing and translating some of the mark making into rubber stamps.
It was a fun day running the workshop, but it's also made me think that when i'm out and about doing observations i need to me more playful in how i get what i see and feel down onto the page.