Urban sketching is a tree with its middle chopped away to accommodate Seattle’s ubiquitous power lines.
It’s about a couple of women chatting over coffee, or about workers roofing the house next door.
I had a teacher there who used to do a lot of sketches when he travelled on university excursions.
It’s about an excavator filling a hole where a cherry tree once stood.
Or the Tibetan monastery I drive by frequently that I couldn’t resist because it’s bright orange.
Sketching one of the world’s most famous icons felt like a dream come true – the ultimate in urban sketching.
But although I can’t resist sketching world-famous icons whenever I’m fortunate enough to see them, for me, urban sketching is much more than that.
Of course, we have seashores, which calm us a little bit.