aka: INTERMITTENTLY REGULAR #365 SKETCH PROJECT UPDATE 208-211
208/365
Attempt to draw the inside of the bus on a very bumpy ride and with a short pencil found in the bottom of a coat pocket.(➡️➡️➡️). Excuses excuses.
Always make sure you have the right equipment with you, is today’s lesson.
Did also learn that the inside of a First West bus is way more complicated than I originally thought.
Notebook: Beto
20 mins
Pencil (short)
🚌 ✏️ 😬209/365 Bus Stop drawing. Silver birches on the Queens Road. Due to the workplace shift and commuting adjustment expect a lot more bus stop themed sketching. It’s the only time I get the time, if you catch my drift. There’s plenty to see at each one. 🚌 🌳 ✍️ 210/365
More Bus Stop drawings.
Another tree and a broken fence atop a brick wall from this morning.
Notebook: Beto
Coloured biro with very cold fingers.
20 mins
📓 🌳 🚌211/365 Bus Stop drawings. Poorly executed renditions of municipal infrastructure. It’s done though. Notebook: Beto Biro and V-ball. #bfp 🚦🚏✍️
N50
“This folio is one of the most closely filled in the notebook. In the centre, we see a naked figure of a man, on the point of stabbing himself with a dagger held in his right hand. In a later emblem in the notebook, Blake suggests that those who take their own lives cannot go to heaven, yet here the man is turning his face towards heaven with a hopeful – and possibly ironic – gaze.”
N99 & N98
“We see workings here of several poems for which the notebook has been rotated to enter fair copies of poems. We see workings here of several poems, including ‘Several Questions Answerd’ in the top left, with lines salvaged from previous drafts in the notebook (see N103). To the right of this poem, ‘Let the Brothels of Paris be opened’ is a strongly felt criticism of the overindulgent French monarchy. The poet’s attack on Marie Antoinette in the final stanza (‘The Queen of France just touchd this Globe And the Pestilence darted from her robe’) distorts Edmund Burke’s romantic description of the French Queen and Court in his Reflections on the Revolution in France (1790): ‘surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.'”