Six word Saturdays

Discovering the amazing variety of weeds

This environmental association challenged the portuguese urban sketchers to draw the spontaneous plants that grow in our cities for their campaign against the use of toxic herbicides to kill them.

I had never noticed them before, but there are plenty of them in my way to work, and of so many kinds.

This one is a very quick sketch I made before the choir concert this afternoon. Did the colouring when I got back home.

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Microblog Mondays- Budapest?! Why Budapest?

That’s what my father asked me when I told him I was going to Budapest for a week.

Well, there was the European playback theatre gathering​ gathering, and besides I had always wanted to see Budapest, the chain bridge, the Danube… So I stayed a few days more after the gathering and I regret not having stayed longer. I feel like my mouth was always gaping open as I wandered the streets​because each building was more amazing than the other.

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So there I was, 2 weeks ago, washing clothes for my trip to Paris, and I hear water pouring on the floor. First I thought some piece of clothing was stuck between the drum and the seal but no, there is a piece of the rubber seal missing. And since my washing machine is from the 1990s, I probably should get a new one.

The thing is, there are so many options, I can’t decide which one to buy. I read the reviews and it gets even more confusing.

Can’t wait too long though, or I’ll run out of clean clothes.

Microblogmondays: the social side of drawing

I was going to write a really depressing post about dealing with stubborn aging parents, but this afternoon I had some great moments and I decided to write about that instead. 

I had to go to Paris to take care of some issues concerning my father and today I managed to take some time for myself and went to the Tuileries to sketch. I chose a sculpture of a lioness and as I approach it I see that the seat I wanted was taken by a man who was also sketching the lioness. I sat a bit further and when my fellow sketcher was done he came to me and asked if he could see my sketches. I asked to see his and we chatted for a while.

I went a little bit further and I put my sketchbook and my watercolours on a fence waiting for the watercolour to dry and this photographer asks me if he can take a picture of the sketchbook. It turned out really nice because there was a slight breeze and the sketchbook leaves were moving. And a second very nice chat.

Never thought drawing could do so much for one’s social life.