Showing posts with label fred marsh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fred marsh. Show all posts

Saturday, November 19, 2011

A Few More Sketches in the Afternoon of 12 November 2011

Unable to make the morning of the last day of the Spring Sketchabout, we did some sketching in what turned out to be a beautiful afternoon.

From Governmet House by Barbara Gray
From Government House by Carole Solomons
 
Fountain Government House by Fred Marsh

The Band Lawn by Barbara Gray

The Band Lawn by Fred Marsh




Saturday, April 16, 2011

Boy Extracting Thorn and Pyramid Glasshouse

A few sketches from the last few weeks.
Great weather last Saturday, which unfortunately has been a rarity during the sketchabout. As I sit posting this I am getting ready for the last sketchabout and it is bucketing rain. Well I shouldn't be concerned, it didn't worry Turner who went out in all conditions including strapping himself to a ship mast in a storm. A downpour is a doddle by comparison -well maybe.

 Pyramid Glasshouse

Calla Lilies & Statue Boy Extracting Thorn

Sketching Statue of Boy Extracting Thorn



Fred Marsh

Monday, April 4, 2011

Fig Tree and Lotus Pond Sketches

Fig tree sketch from this Saturdays sketchabout
Fig Tree with Harbour

Unable to make the previous weeks sketchabout, however sketched the lotus pond the previuos week

Lotus Pond Botanic Gardens

Fred Marsh


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sketchabout 2 Fred Marsh – The birth of splat-ism

After Wendy Shortland's workshop,the first sketch of the day was in the courtyard behind the the Maiden Theatre

Watercolour, pencil, pen.

After lunch I went down into the gardens to get a panoramic view. For many years I worked in Macquarie Street & appreciated how the gardens are such an essential part of our city, by providing an easy access haven for workers to escape at lunch time and rest, read, think, contemplate or just refresh their minds in preparation for the remaining rigors of the day. So I thought that I would find a spot to show the relationship between the garden and the edge of the city at Macquarie Street. I parked my stool under a tree out of the rain and started to sketch, but the raindrops kept finding their way through.

If Turner can strap himself to a mast in a storm to capture a storm on canvas, a few raindrops are a bit of a doddle & were not going to stop me. Nor did they, but many did splat on the drawing and I think that they were a big help in capturing the wetness and grayness of the day – not a normal sight in the Emerald City. I am sure that this day will be looked upon as the founding of the art movement known as splat-ism

Watercolour, restorative gouache, pen, pencil and splats.

Fred Marsh