Sketching Buenos Aires
Before finally finding a job in Buenos Aires, I had a lot of free time on my hands and no idea what to do with it. A friend and I decided that, in the interest of keeping our spirits up, we had no choice but to dip into our savings and take a few classes. We wanted to burn a few hours out of our days and distract ourselves from the stress of being in a new place, floundering around, trying to put our lives in order. We also wanted to learn something new. In retrospect, we may have gone a bit overboard – film classes, tango classes, and a drawing class all in a matter of weeks – but I’ve never regretted it.
Drawing, in particular, has stayed with me. My friend and I took a class from Michael Jackson – yes, his real name, and a celebrity in his own right – who has since gone to Paris. But he encouraged and inspired us enough that I found myself, months later, still making time to draw. For me, it became a kind of meditation. A sketchbook is like a journal, he would say, but it’s also a collection of postcards; it will always take you back to that time, that place, and that state of mind.
A Ceramic Vase in Parque Lezama
A Love Seat and Plant in My San Telmo Living Room
A Tree in Parque Lezama
One of The Corner Buildings Off Of Plaza Dorrego
The Sausage Rack at El Federal, A Bar Notable in San Telmo
The Yacht Club Dock in Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay
The View from Lentas Maravillas, A Café in Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay
Wind Blowing Through The Fall Foliage at Parque Micaela Bastidas in Puerto Madero