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.
Sitting next to the crackling fire this time, drawing my set-up and sketchblock into the sketch, rather than only emptying pints on marked coasters.
