I’ve sketched on many trips; Japan, Spain and Mexico but I’ve never had the time to completely fill a sketchbook full of drawings. This summer in Paris and Munich, with a little help from arty friends, I did a substantial amount of sketches and had many sketchy moments over a glass of wine, beer or espresso. Here is my “Movable Feast” in sketch journal form of Paris. Stay tuned for the Munich edition.
This sketchbook was a gift bought for me in Italy with hand made cotton paper of good quality for watercolor. I had been saving it for an epic trip like this one.
Arriving in the afternoon to Paris, first rule of business was to find our friends and check into the hotel. I was immediately fascinated with our new neighborhood right along the Seine on the Left Bank in Saint Germain Des Pres on Grands Augustins. History was made here after all, Hemingway, Jean-Paul Sartre, Gertrude Stein, Louis XIII.
Right near Notre Dame before sunset…
The Cafes all lit up and stopping by Shakespeare & Co…
People celebrating the World Cup…
I had plenty of inspiration to digest in my sketchbook.
Shakespeare and Co. has so much intrigue for me, it was so wonderful to paint at dusk.
The next day we had every intention of going to the Muse’e D’ Orsay but the line was so long we elected instead to go to Musee de L’Armee Napoleon’s Tomb and the Muse’e Rodin.
The sheer amount of armor and weaponry is mind blowing. No two are the same, with it’s own character and decor, truly each piece is a work of art.
Sculpture has always captivated me but especially the gestural quality in Rodin’s work.
Half gesture and half alive, you can see his deviation from the traditional architectural embellishments on the outside of the museum. The faces haunted and delighted me.
In fact, all over Paris and Munich I noticed the different architectural faces watching over passers by. I wanted to sketch them all.
I wanted to sketch the way Rodin sculpted: half gesture, half alive.
Next morning started with a three mile jog through Luxemburg Park . Not necessarily Hemingway style, but inspiring all the same. Sculptures everywhere, it was a beautiful day and a glorious sunlit morning.
Then we were headed to the Louvre!
Unbelievably huge, we did the 19th century and it’s near by wings. I was all like this guy here…
Mind you, my feet were killing me from standing in catacombs line for 2 1/2 hours. We pressed on and on into the next rooms, I just couldn’t stop. That is until my legs charlie horsed. We hobbled our way outside and promised to come back. I dipped my legs in the cold water to ease the pain. Perfectly elated at the Louvre, I might as well have been baptized.
We returned at midnight for a romantic view of the lights and a sketch moment.
Perfect…..and just perfect.
After another wonderful breakfast of crepes with honey and espresso, a few of us headed to Versailles. That story deserves it’s own blog post too. You can read all about that sketchy, blissful day here.
Just fascinated with being on the streets, I absolutely needed to fulfill a Paris fantasy of mine. That is, sketching a street scene from a cafe over a glass (or two) of wine.
As I sipped and sketched, an older couple with a teenage girl sat down next to me and admired what I was doing. Turns out they were from Wisconsin, they use to summer here and now they were showing their grand daughter Paris, her first time. We shared some Midwestern humor and toasted the summer.
Finally, we made it through an expedited line (thanks to our museum pass) at the Musee’ D’ Orsay.
M/O has many of my favorite things including the Orientalists and Art Nouveau.
It was difficult to get any good pictures of my favorite paintings because I got yelled at a lot for trying. Most of them are blurry from jumping as soon as I heard an annoyed French speaking voice coming towards me. Somehow, it was easier to get everything else tho.
I absolutely love this sculpture, the artist sculpted himself right into it, the look on his face. The difference in the way he treated himself vs. the subject. He’s looking in the mirror, clearly sculpting himself but his tools are on the struggle. Such a sense of humor and skill rolled into one ball of genius. Love it.
There was plenty of time to see the whole museum in one day and even do some sketches.
One thing about Paris is that it all went by so fast, I saw much and missed even more. My biggest regret was that I went in, passed by and left empty handed, several places I didn’t have the chance to go back and buy my heart’s desires. Foremost, was Charvin the art store just around the corner from our hotel, had these juicy looking watercolors in the window.