I know there will come a time in late winter when any day above freezing will seem like a warm day. I'm not there yet. Yes, it was above freezing but it felt bleak and cold. I'm always amazed at how completely I can lose myself to the drawing. The "during" part was wonderful, the "after" part, trying to warm up - not so much.
Patchin Place was amazing. It's a little jewel of a street. I know this part of NYC so well having lived a couple of blocks away, but I swear I've never seen Patchin Place. It had a Brigadoon feel to it. Like if you lost yourself to the drawing you could wake up and it'd be one hundred years later, or a hundred years earlier.
After a fun lunch we reconvened at the Jefferson Market. This is a building I know well but have never tried to draw. It looks like it might have been a church at one time (it wasn't). It looks like the architect was paying homage to old world castles, ... maybe. I tried to capture the cold gloomy feel of the day. But my truth is that even a cold gloomy day drawing - is still glorious.
And what happens to our Mandatory Jim program when the man himself doesn't show up for an event.? Jim was a ghost, that day ... so I dusted off an old sketch, dipped it in sepia and ran it through the vignette machine.
Missed you buddy!