Why didn't I start this earlier?
That's the question I've been asking myself repeatedly from the moment I sat down, prepared my tools, found the right object, and started sketching. The sound of pencil scrapes. The satisfaction when people recognize what you're drawing. The thrill of connecting two, correct perspective lines. The joy of sketching, it's all coming back to me! And what else? The memory of being a freshman, sitting by the Singapore river, attempting to re-create ACM on a flat white surface, thinking - so, this is school? Life is great. Awh I miss you Mr. H!
Last Saturday, I finally, finally, finally joined my Malaysian brother and sister (they're the next big thing :) check out their new website) to take part in Singapore's Urban Sketchers (which by the way, is such a cool, and warm, community)' weekly activity. It was therapeutic, I promise myself to do this more often.
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| Last week was Armenian Street's turn |
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| Ensemble of great art pieces. |
It's surprising that most works were not sketches, then I heard that this activity and the community itself have evolved. It used to be sketch-walk, literally, but now most would choose a spot, sit down for hours and create a rather complete artwork, sometimes with colours, painting.
I don't do colours well, but I admire people who do.
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| Tilen's masterpiece |
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| My corner |
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