View over Arles

Spending two hours at the highest point of the old amphitheatre, with pencil in hand, deep blue sky, limitless sun, pure milky warmth and swarms of paid Japanese camcorder rushing tourists fitting in a heavy schedule. And then there was me. Should I be spending this time watching the swifts dart across the beauty of the Arles skyline, concentrating on the gradual coming together of this river facing view pencil sketch or going back to the tent to cook my own food so as to save money on not eating out. Back in the cooler settings of my dear friend Kates’ house in Ireland, this view was expanded in pen and ink for Kates’ 67th birthday and to say thank you for my elongated stay. All the buildings were very much a representation of what I saw and sketched, not from a tacky tourist photo.