Late afternoon I was sitting on a bench overlooking
Barga’s Parco Kennedy. To the right tall houses form the curtain wall of the centro storico. I wondered how many chamber pots
had been emptied out of those windows? I lost myself as I drew them, remotely aware of an
audience of two small boys.
These little
sketches don’t take long. I made a mental note of colour so that I might add a
little oil-pastel resist and watercolour wash later then I snapped the sketchbook
shut while at the same time acknowledging at last the presence of my audience
with ‘Allora: buona sera, signori’.
They fell over each other to get away.
© DON DONOVAN
donovan@ihug.co.nz www.don-donovan.blogspot.co.nz
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