The past few months were too worrisome and busy to ride much. On Sunday, my husband's first fatherless Father's Day, he said "Let's get on the Harley." It was time for some two-wheel therapy.
I've pondered sketching while riding, especially with the new comfier set up. Too windy? Too bumpy? Would I feel secure? Only one way to find out. I stuffed a Moleskine Cahier and a pen in my jacket.
Cruising along in the open air behind my steady hubby is nice relaxing good for the soul. The countryside rolls by and random thoughts float through my brain. Fifty miles into the ride, out came the pen & sketchbook. Wiggly lines, but not too bad. The road got a little rough while drawing my driver's right arm. (Okay, the suspension has it's limits.) The lines went all kinds of wonky and then I laughed - hysterically. With a grin, I put the pen away. I will most certainly be cycle sketching again.
I shared this adventure with Sketchbook Skool classmates. They think I'm brave or trusting or crazy - maybe all three. That makes me laugh too. In real life I'm kind boring - introverted and all about safety (hence the helmet).
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