In these sketches I ditched the pastels and picked up the ink, brushes and pens for some more spontaneous and rawer interpretations of scenes around Taihape.
Even the alley ways are interesting in Taihape. For this sketch I used charcoal and pastel to emphasis a spectral atmosphere that I couldn't help feel when I looked down the alley way. Do you know where this is?
For many of us living in the North Island, passing through Taihape is a familiar part of travelling north or south. For me Taihape has always been a place that has filled me with a kind of positivity. This probably comes from Taihape being the first place to stop for a break, while heading north for a long awaited summer holiday. Or it could be because it's the place to stop for some cosy fish 'n chips, before facing the final leg of a long journey home from a trip up north.
But I also the think the charm of the town lies in the way it's situated among the Rangitikei hills and in it's buildings. In the centre of town, the fronts and backs of buildings and the alleyways seem to whisper the town's history to you.
At times I've simply had to get down on paper what I see about the place. This drawing is perhaps a little more than a sketch as it was done in pastel with a closer attention to detail. Do you recognise the old building and where it is situated?
Just a few more views of Papamoa beach to add to the sketch file. Over the years I've found that keeping up sketching has been a good discipline that has feed back into my work, whether I've been doing art, illustration work or, these days, comics. It makes you stop and really take in what's around you. I hope you've been enjoying looking at these sketches. In a few weeks I'm gonna put up a few studies I did around Taihape.
Following on from the comic story Papamoa Beach here's a few different views from the area from my sketch book. Armed with a pad and some charcoal, there's nothing quite like sitting among the dunes or under the trees and drawing as much from you see in front of you to get a real feel for the place.
Things don't always go according to plan in my studio. Forty degree heat in the summer dries the ink on my brushes and melts the ideas from my brain. The winter chills can be worse. But then again...pure magic can happen.