The Parade will always be a huge affair in Munich. Not Octoberfest mind you - St.Patrick´s Day. Almost nice Christas, packed with music and festivities friends from near and far convene, making it the perfect occasion to see everyone again and sketch my favourite subject again ... in wide angle again.
After too many left over holidays due to my thwarted plans the previous year and being so incapacitated I treated myself to a trip to Ireland. Nearly 5 yearsince the big group trip. Lovely times with Diane and Eamonn. Cold though, so mostly indoor sketching
To be sure - the malady in my shoulder was not solved yet and I couldn´t raise my arm too high. So observational drawing was a bit awkward. Still - did attend the national Urban Sketchers moot, nevertheless, slower and a tad impaired but glad to be alive and reunite with so many fellow artists. Matching my workshops, here are two 360° panoramas of the city center ...
... a lost charming church ...
.... and some brave steampunk folks that did an amazing job modelling for us.
Great organisation!!!
So, I was heading for my dearest cousin´s birthday party (well first staying at my parents' and driving up to Verden from there) ...
... and then I was out. Taken straught to hospital the diagnosis of a braintumor was a bit of a shock. Meningeoma grew larg unnoticed and knocked me out with an epileptic fit right in the S-bahn to central station. Few days later it was taken out and I was running around with a bandage covering the zipper closing up my skull, not two days later makig this sketch in the neighbouring palace gardens, meeting a lovely elderly couple from England, sketching in their journals as well.
Was awkward sketching. Obviously relieved that I had come through with my brain undamaged alltogether I still had dislodged my right shoulder and am hardly able to raise my right arm (which might not be too bad a feat - as krauts go!).
Berlin sketchers meeting in Potsdam to draw the greenhouse in park Sanssouci there. Thought I´d give it another go WITH them. Scorching hot, ran for cover and shade after finishing.
After settling in I was desperate to join some irish trad session again. I had found them and where they played. Only their Wednesdays clashed - sometimes with my irish classes on top of teaching the next morning. Eventually, I made it.
With the fire burning in the hearth. Tá, lasann siad tine sa teallach!!!! Passing cold January Fridays on another angle of the new local I am frequenting.
