I was ‘on location’ in King’s Lynn today; a lovely day (if a bit windy), perfect for sketching I thought. I had a window of about an hour to make a sketch, but the first hurdle was finding something to draw. I dithered badly, all the while aware that my time was ticking away…
Finally, I sat on the quayside wall, looking out to sea. It was a fairly complicated, industrial scene of a working dock, complete with silos, masts, and a couple of of cranes. I set my outlines (not that well, it turned out), then plunged in with the watercolours. There was a ferocious wind blowing, threatening to knock over my waterpot, and whipping my paper up as I’d forgotten to bring any clips.
The paint was drying faster than I expected in the wind, and the sun was extremely bright, which was pleasant but also making it rather squinty. With some patchy colour added, I consoled myself that I could sharpen everything up with my trusty fineliner. Which fineliner would that be? Oh yes, the one I left at home. I very quickly found that my time was up, and all I’d got to show for it was a very blurry, muddy, imprecise sketch. I went home grumpy.
Still, once I’d had some lunch I had another look. The sketch hadn’t improved, but I found my fineliner and set to. Before long, things looked a bit better and there was some definition emerging. Although I don’t think I’ll be framing this one, I’m still pleased that I managed to salvage something from the morning. Thank goodness for fineliners!