Give me liberty, and give me my sketch pad. It’s surprising how time flies, and how really interesting my mundane world is. No fancy trips abroad, just everyday stuff.
I drew all the way home from Thunder Bay, with my friend, Cathy, driving. I can’t imagine how fast my pencil had to fly to catch the views along the North of Superior route. It’s breathtaking–the rock and lake.
I camped and sketched in Algonquin Park until at night I dreamed only of the trees, of being on the trails with the undergrowth rushing past.
I sketch where I’ve lived–Stratford where Robin was born, Thunder Bay and Guelph where I went to university, and London.