I really like the quote attributed to Yo-yo Ma that goes something like "The job of the artist is to travel to the edge and report back." With that job in mind, I hereby offer my report. Above is the first page of my travel journal with a sketch of the skyline at the Asheville airport along the top. I ritually draw the skyline whenever I find myself at this particular jumping off point.
The next morning was St. Jordi's Day and the book arts festival. We got up early and went to a little bakery kind of place (a forn) for breakfast. I drew the bakery worker who acted as cashier and who had a beautiful bouquet of roses at her station. It was a little tricky to figure out the protocol for buying things, so I watched to see what other people were doing. After breakfast we walked around our neighborhood to see what we could see. Ham is a big thing in Barcelona it seems, and we saw a shop that had dozens of large hams hanging behind the counter. Meanwhile a strike or protest was going on down the block involving whistles and airhorns and car horns.
The next day we explored the medieval town up on a hill only a couple of miles from our apartment. At the top is an old confession box in the cathedral, and under it a sarcophagus.
|On the left is our map to get to Massana; on the right is a church with palm trees in a plaza that we sat in while passing some time before our 8:30 reservation.|
Tomorrow: Part 2 of 89 drawings.