Having a spot of time away on the South East coast of England and went for a walk in gale force winds (although it was sunny) to Splash Point at Seaford Head to see a colony of Kittiwakes, who arrive every year around Easter and leave, according to local lore, the day before the Eastbourne Airshow. The wind was so severe that I could only spend a few moments scribbling; the high tide was crashing around me as well. Here’s the little sketch I made of Kittiwakes clinging to a large rock in the ocean a few yards from the massive chalk cliffs.
And then back indoors out of the gale and my friend’s kitteh sleeping in a shaft of sunlight.
Drawn into my A5 pink silk recycled sari sketchbook with Faber Castell Pitt pens, sizes S and F in sepia.
I know…I suffer….mostly from the kittehs though 🙂
You’ve scribbled in freezing temperatures in Iceland. You’ve scribbled whilst being eaten alive in the allotment. And now you’ve scribbled in gale force winds. What was it someone said about suffering for one’s art?
Still I hope you like today’s Art Quote!