On m’a dit que avec mes jolies photos de festivals et ballades je donne l’impression de quelque sorte de version masculine de Paris Hilton… Eh bien, c’est pas vrai – en meme temps je travaille dur et ARS MAGNA approche la fin
Day after MOSS CREEK we went to a nearby village, looking for a small lake we were told worth visiting. But before we ever found it, we stumbled on an ancient river-mill that still works, with addition of a petite restaurant built around it. We bought some natural hand-made flour and honey and when local cats willing to play promised to keep my daughter busy enough, I heard a cacophony of objects left by the plank-wall calling me. The owner let me go at it, curious what will come out of it. After maybe an hour I was nearing the end when the rain started. We decided to visit the lake another time and kicked off, before the dusty little road that lead us there turned to mud. Back at Soko Banja, I added the final touches at the local cafe.
As a memento of forced retreat, a raindrop left a trace on the final sketch, visible in the top left square of details.
Went to Soko Banja again and while hiking nearby hills I stumbled on a jewel none of the locals ever told me about before. It felt like a private piece of paradise, a miniature creek full of boulders overgrown with moss, completely secluded by forest. I installed my gear on a green-carpeted rock, filled my waterbowl from stream that kept murmuring stories in “sotto voce” and laid in the basic composition with DE ATRAMENTIS DOCUMENT BROWN in my trusty PERFECT SKETCHBOOK.
When I started blocking in with paint, a curious friend came in, offering a valuable piece of advice.
But I was encompassed by cool breeze, bird songs and shadow play, reflecting how Lord Of The Rings or Game Of Thrones could have been filmed here, and kept going and going at it, making it darker and moodier in the end than the actual scene was. The fly was right.
Excuse to go back and try again?