Travel Sketchbooks 2010: The view from Ile Verte at low tide

A small island in the St-Lawrence river that you can only reach during high tide. Around forty inhabitants and passing whales. This is the south coast, green and muddy. The north coast is colder and rocky.


Travel Sketchbooks 2010: Festival international de jazz de Montréal

Another great jazz festival in Montréal, with plenty of excellent free concerts. I managed to sketch some of the performers.

Downtown Montréal.

Black Joe Lewis

Trombone Shorty

Allen Toussaint

Travel Sketchbooks

After a while routines started to settle, and I drew less and less of my everyday surroundings.

Just as people normally don’t snap hundreds of photos on their way to work, but photograph everything they see when on holiday, my sketchbooks became synonymous with travel journals.

Filofax 2003 Montréal, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.

When on holiday, I drew on everything at hand, including my Filofax.

Hakone – Lake Ashi and Mt Fuji. After three days of waiting in the mist, suddenly the clouds parted in the morning.

The hotel’s room service menu included the following item: Watercolor kit so you can paint your own views of Mt. Fuji.
I found the idea of ordering painting supplies from room service great I had to do it. The kit proved to be as good as their breakfasts.
We still have the waterbrush that came with it.

Seated figure, reading. Sketchbook Toronto 1985

I started my first regular sketchbook in 1985, inspired by one kept by my art teacher at the University of Toronto. His was full of elaborate anatomy drawings and gouache that ran over the sides. Mine was much more modest, furtive drawings of people around me, all in pencil.

Sketchbook Toronto 1982 – Self portrait with Pre-Raphaelite hair

Sketchbook_Toronto_1982_003, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.

As a child, all my drawings were done on loose-leaf paper or rolls of butcher paper. I don’t know why I started using sketchbooks, but I do know that the first one I bought in 1981/82 had perforated pages so I could rip them out as I finished them.
I had drawn self-portraits since my childhood, but his is probably the first one I did with a mirror.
Note the luxuriant curls of hair – did I have a premonition of future baldness?