Although we still think of ourselves as travelers, we are here in Boston to work, not to explore, and my blog posts have reflected this. I was telling a dear poet friend the other day that I think Boston might be a creative incubator for me: not necessarily an inspiration the way Kyoto or Paris were, but a place to hunker down and percolate. We’re living in a former industrial neighborhood and all the worn brick makes me think of things constructed here in the past.
It’s just occurred to me that my percolating frequently seems to be writery, as if I can only go inward with words, whereas visual art feels more outward to me. After a month of almost exclusively verbal creative activity, I’m beginning to feel the tug of the sketchbook and paints once more. Likewise I’m feeling ready for some more outings. Strange how these things work in parallel.
I’ve been taking an “anatomy for artists” class in Cambridge. The first week we drew a plastic teaching skeleton. It was supposed to be a fairly technical drawing but mine came out looking like a portrait.
There was also a model that week, Debra (Deborah?), but I didn’t get to finish my sketch of her head.
Later that week I practiced more head-and-neck sketches, with Erik’s assistance. They don’t look exactly like him, but they could be a relative.
The following week we worked on the shoulders, arms, and hands; our model, Barry, is a champion triathlete — hence the muscles!
The anatomy class is fun and it’s making me a little more rigorous about measuring everything, even when I’m sketching buildings or landscapes rather than people.
Here I am in-progress with a self-portrait; you’ll see that another day.
Today I took myself out a couple of blocks away to Fort Point Channel, where I sat for an hour. The weather has been peculiar lately; on Friday it rained, on Saturday it was sunny and warm, on Sunday it was chilly and damp, yesterday it was very warm and very windy, and today again it was sunny but not too warm. Very good sketching weather, in fact.
If you’ve been reading my blog since last December, during that visit we were along the western edge of Boston, and now we’re on the complete opposite end, on the east. We’re quite close to downtown, but strangely enough, we haven’t ventured there much. We often go to Chinatown, though; it’s a mile walk from us, which makes me happy for reasons that are mostly, but not solely, culinary.
Twice a week we walk to a farmers’ market and do our grocery shopping, and this makes me think happily of our visits to the marché in Paris. Recently there’s been a delightful art installation of 1000 pianos around the city, and there are three of them right near this market. Erik is the experienced improviser, but I’m willing to contribute my bit. The other night we were waiting to meet a friend for dinner in Chinatown and we played at the piano there while middle-aged Chinese folks took cellphone pictures and shooed their little kids away from interrupting us.
When we walk home at night from Chinatown or any other point in the city, we cross over Fort Point Channel to a welcome of lights.
the second one looks much more like Erik than the first. I think you got the expression spot on. the first one looks sort of just… generic asian guy.
and I really like the sketch of the buildings! Excellent shading and depth.
Hehe. But generic Asian guy who is a relative of Erik’s, maybe? 😉
Thank you!! 🙂 I’m always a little dissatisfied with my sketches because my eye gets better faster than my skills can keep up — but I was looking over some old sketches the other day and I can definitely see the improvement.
Love the sketches! Really good one of the skull. Great work, Lisa.
Thanks so much, Sherry! I’m looking forward to doing more anatomical drawings. 🙂
Very cool sketches. I actually think the first one resembles Erik. And I wonder what made you choose those buildings to sketch….they look boring, but you transformed them with your sketch! Really nice.
How cool that you guys can both play the piano 🙂
And I enjoy being privy to all your various creative phases through your lovely blog ❤
Thank you so much, Munira! 🙂
Piano is one of the things that brought us together at the beginning. I think Erik is still the only one of my close friends with whom I can discuss classical music or music-making.
Honestly, I chose those buildings only partly because I liked the look of them (I would call them boring in an interesting way, or perhaps interesting in an unremarkable way). The other big reason was that there was a very convenient bench at that spot along the waterfront, somewhat shaded from the sun and far enough away from the people having a conversation on one of the other benches. 😉 Ah, the considerations of sketching en plein air!
Hey good Art work. Awesome Pianos. 🙂
Thank you, Soumya! The pianos are amazing — they are all over the city and each one is different. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing about a dozen of them so far and playing on several of them. 🙂