So fascinating to observe all these people sitting at a café. Even doing nothing the characters are so obvious: in the way they sit, the way they cross their arms or legs, the way they look around…that one, for example, really seemed to own the whole world!
It was very diffcult to capture the woman telling her story… I did what I could!
I was fascinated by the incredibly excited expression on the face and body position of the woman listening to her…
Quite regularly I go to a Cafe by the Beach, and sketch people spending their time there.
It is a great way for me to practise live sketching.
Well, people are quite still sitting on a Cafe terrace in the sun, but they still move quite a lot and it is a wonderful (but sometimes frustrating too!) exercise to try to catch them in some position or expression.
I much more prefer this way than to go to some figure painting meeting, where the models stand still, almost dead… this does not inspire me at all, and neither does their nakedness I must admit! I much more love to draw the stuff which people put on, sometimes they are such a funny mirror of their souls… no funny clothing on this one though.
In this case it was the contrast between the Macho with the black hair and the other people which inspired me…
One more example of this exciting life here, in Andalucia, by the sea… simply sitting in Cafés and doing nothing.
Well this kind of life might be exciting for most of the people down here, but it is not exactly my way of enjoying life… but I do enjoy watching and sketching people having this kind of life!
Back at Cafe Masko yesterday… and again they were all reading a newspaper…
but this time, with the exception thats proves the rule!
On the way back from the Driving Range yesterday, my sporty Rocker Kev Moore invited me to a coffee with a doughnut in our lovely Cafe Masco, by the beach in Mojacar, where last spring I used to sketch people. It was a little late already and most of the people had gone home for lunch, but some tables were still busy… and invariably, at each of them, there was somebody reading a newspaper…
so I simply put them all together in this sketch, which represents quite well what most of the population are doing here, in Andalucia, on a sunny day…
Another trip to a cafe by the beach yesterday… there are many people around here right now, too many to feel comfortable sketching on the cafe terraces. Not enough room between “my preys” and me, too much tension in the air then… but luckily some of them are so involved in reading the newspapers that they
1. don’t notice me
2. sit still long enough!
Well, considering his face, especially his nose, I guess this guy was devouring the sport news!
It was last Saturday afternoon ( 31st of May 2008 ) in a little town called Castro Marim, in Portugal, by the Spanish border. I was sitting in our motorhome, sketching some typical houses, as I saw these men standing in the middle of the road. It had started with one, then another one had joined, then the biker had stopped and finally, as I started to sketch, the fourth one (on the left) joined the group.
One hour later, the four men were still standing there, with at least 10 others, all gathered around the biker. All men. No one woman around..
I saw a lot of women the next morning, in groups too, not standing around, but hurrying to a mysterious place, each with a vase of flowers in their hands.
And don’t tell me that this is an accident… we, men and women, are still SO different!!!
My first entry about the Art of Eating was about eating donuts, especially about the differences between men and women accomplishing this sacred act.
Today it will also be about eating donuts, or more exactly: not eating them.
The other day I saw this brave Granny at Masko. Like always they served her a free donut with her coffee. Well, I don’t know it they did it on purpose or if it was a mistake, but in fact they served her 2 donuts, which made her appear even braver to me. The woman was sitting there, her arms and hands literally nailed to her chair, the eyes immovably fixed to a spot of invisible interest in front of her. I wondered after a certain time what was the aim of this immobility exercise, as the woman didn’t even make a movement to drink her coffee. But after a while I understood: judging by her numerous chins and the spare tyre around her body, the aim was obviously to avoid with eyes and body the little plate containing the two donuts. Poor woman! The waitress had even had the idea to put the plate upon the serviette dispenser, at Granny’s eye level… and to complicate matters further, the two donuts had come suddenly to life, smiling and winking at her.
The lady didn’t weaken. Sometimes I could perceive some nervous ticks in her hands, as if she was about to move them, but no, she resisted. A lifetime passed. Then suddenly, like a chameleon catching a fly, her two hands shot out simultaneously, and in one quick movement grabbed at the plate, taking one donut in each hand and shoving both togetehr in her mouth, swallowing them in one go.
A second later she resumed first position, as if nothing had happened!
I don’t know about you, but I am a very undisciplined newspaper reader. When I read a newspaper, – what, I confess, I seldom do, above all because I don’t want my happiness to be spoiled by all the bad news… I know, I know, very immature and egotistical!- it is simply a fight. It is really not easy, for a tiny creature such as I, to cope with it: hold the vast billowing pages, fold them properly, keep them in the right order, etc. It’s like an Origami class. The result being that I have pages all over and the bigger the paper, the bigger the mess!
The situation escalates dramatically when I try to read a newspaper sitting by the beach, where the wind is usually blowing. And I am not the only one fighting against the elements. I saw this woman the other day as I was sketching in a cafe by the beach, it was simply hilarious. She had not the slightest idea how to keep all the pages in her hands, they literally flew all over the place! And you won’t believe what I also saw: one even made it out to sea and a boat snapped it up, took the wind and sailed off with it!
PS: I think this is a problem which we women have. When I watch men reading newspapers, they are normally much more disciplined, and in fact they don’t like it at all when the pages get in the wrong order or the crises are in the wrong place…