My Green Man sketchbook

Ahh Green Man 14. Lets be honest...I was too busy on the move and having fun, (and of course frantically leading people round telling them they should be drawing - see last post!) to think of drawing myself for most of the festival.
But then on Sunday that lovely relaxed feeling came upon me, thanks almost entirely to The Gentle Good  and a nice burst of early afternoon sun, and I got a Sunday scribble on.  Here be what I did...

So here are the Gentle Good..dammit their music was beautiful, and that combined with the fact I was sat in the Walled Garden on lovely day with my favourite people by my side was kinda heady...I'll confess to nearly blubbing.

Added to the list of new favourite musicians. And then I saw one my all time favourite musicians stood by the front of the stage (least I'm pretty sure).  I was so excited I did a crap drawing of him...

Then I turned around for a quick sketch of festival peeps doing the Sunday afternoon thing. I should just say hats off for the fact that where you'd normally expect a sea of them I hardly saw anyone holding up a phone during any of the gigs I saw.  There is hope for us yet...:)

Then off we went though Einstein's Garden...which, quite aside from the fact that they asked me to work with them was probably my favourite area of the festival - I learnt so much from people who really love what they're talking about.  Here's a guy from Dig For Daiphyses, who I spent lots of time talking to ...no wait a minute I could have structured that sentence better couldn't I...

I can't mention Einstein's Garden without mentioning Poco Drom - they played every day around the same time as I was doing the SketchCrawl and were ace. I will now need some form of hypnotherapy I think though to stop me singing about monkeys living in my shoe .

 Then to Green Man Rising to draw a mystery band - only in that I failed to write down who they were.  Let me know if this was you!

Now the main stage to have my brains blown out by Anna Calvi.  Really failed to capture the fury of that performance...bloody amazing.  I would imagine quite a few people were suspiciously non-commital when talking about it with their significant others too...

One final pic, which I actually did first thing on Saturday morning when the little buggers woke me up unnaturally early. I went for a walk around a near deserted festival site with my sprogs - this is them drawing in my daughter's favourite spot under the tree by the pond by the Green Man Rising stage.

No-one likes a festival bore so I'll stop going on about it except to say thanks to everyone who made that festival happen as it was one of the best weekends I've had in a long time.  I hope to be back next year, with a mission to scribble as many bands as I can and colour them in.  In the meantime if you were (or weren't) on one of my SketchCrawls I'd love to see what you drew over the weekend - please tweet them to me @samchurch_ink and or @EinsteinsGarden #sketchcrawl

Green Man 14 SketchCrawl

This year I was super chuffed to be invited to lead a 1 hour SketchCrawl (like a pub crawl but with no pubs and drawing instead of beer!) each day at the Green Man Festival...specifically round the fascinating and beautiful area of Einstein's Garden.  It would have been churlish to say no.

Hats firmly off to everyone who joined me, to the Einstein's Garden team , well, to Green Man as a whole.  You're all lovely, and I had one of the best weekends I can remember - thank you!

Anyone can organise or join in on a SketchCrawl by the way- to find out more look here: http://www.sketchcrawl.com

Edinburgh SketchCrawl/PubCrawl!

Sat 12th of July was the 44th WorldWide SketchCrawl  - you can find out a bit more about them here ...and I was raring to go.

Unfortunately (well it's all relative..) I wasn't in Bristol to join any likeminded folks...rather I was in Edinburgh punishing my liver with some very good friends on a stag weekend.

As you can perhaps imagine, much as I would have loved to sketch all day in this amazing city, I felt that a stag weekend was neither the time or the place.   So what I DID do as a compromise was get up early whilst my friends were asleep (and I should have been) and get a sneaky sketch in around the nearby streets.  I'll apologise now for the quality of the drawings and the lack of bagpipers in them (they made me want to hide in a bin!!)
FULL DISCLOSURE too: these pics were actually done across the mornings of Sat 12th AND Sun 13th between 7.00 and 9.00..I've melded them together here as they are melded in my memory! 

Both days things got off to a slow start after the night before. I plonked myself in a cafe in the hopes that tea would make me feel human again...  In truth the very first drawing I did was a moody self portrait; the cafe had mirrored walls so that I could see myself minging into infinity.  I was later forced to eat this picture to save it falling into the clutches of the enemy...

Then it was up the street to get deep with my purpose!  One thing I'm sure I'll cherish in years to come is the little notes I left myself describing how bad I was feeling at which time...

I also observed the strange phenomenon whereby if you wander the streets with a blue A4 hardback notebook in your hand, people start gathering round and thinking you're going to take them somewhere.  I was tempted to give this a go, but thought better of it...

Also had some strange songs on the brain. On Sunday I woke up rather alarmingly to 'Something Happened on the Way to Heaven' by Phil Collins, which had segued into 'Superfreakin' by Rick James come about 8.15. Coinciding with this  found lots of these Sphynxes lining the roofs around St Giles' Cathedral.  I am not sure quite what the thinking behind big boobed lady-lions is...

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...this month with free 'Tourguides and Quaint Alleys' special pullout!!

By about 9.00 on both mornings several things were starting to happen:

1: Breakfast started seeming like a really good idea 

2: Tourists really started filling the streets, and I became increasingly baffled by the number of people photographing EVERYTHING but looking at not much.

  Being a a noble scribbler I felt quite smug for a moment, but my headache (and the fact that I'd probably have snapped a few things if my camera was working) stopped me shaking my head in disbelief too much.

And 3: I decided it was time to get back, but decided to do one last drawing first.  This was a bad idea.  I was struck by how many statues of becloaked gents there were seemingly watching down over the citizens of the city.  Tried to quickly capture the essence of this but wound up drawing a guy with bunny ears instead.  That's the way the artist crumbles I guess!

Then it was back to the group for wandering, tours and occasional drinking.  My inability to handle alcohol aside, the weekend was pretty relaxed - we spent most of the time wandering around Edinburgh taking it in, and I have to be honest I was enjoying the sights and being in the company of really good friends so much I didn't really want to be drawing all the time.  Got a few in before I fell asleep on the journey back to Bristol though...