No, not of the school detention kind and no, not of the sniffing kind either! I’m talking of the cold kind…yep, you heard right. The wind is blowing cold, snow settled on the peaks yet quite refreshing even with all my layers on. I’m walking up the road towards the church that fascinated me when I first arrived in the town. I get to the top of the road and what do I see (apart from the church), is lines, a lot of lines, just lines. Horizon line, visible points on the line, straight lines, slanted line, lots of perspective lines! That’s what art has done to me…made me see lines everywhere and pretty much all the time. It sure does introduce a different perspective (!) to my travels. I find a place to sit, on the ground (did I say it was cold) at the edge of the road, gloves off, pen in one hand and sketchbook in the other…my purpose, to sketch that church. It always seems to feel colder when you’re stationary and what happens when the tools to sketch get shivering cold, oh that’s my hands and brain?
I scream “LINES! BLOODY LINES!”
What do I do when I’m having a bad sketch day…yep, I draw more lines in all crazy directions! Eventually, I tried to salvage from all my chaotic construction lines, a red church.
I was in the Arctic.
I was in Longyearbyen, Svalbard and this is my take on Svalbard Kirke.