Never fails that drawing in public leads to particular types of exchange. There is an assumed generosity from the other side, the audience side. You as the drawer are paying a compliment: I like your place, am taking note. People can watch something coming to life, a performance of sorts. Then they start talking. The other day I found a new (to me) ice cream place as a result of my drawing around the Schwedenplatz. I was headed to the famous one on the corner, but a resident (albeit an American as it turned out) told me of Zanoni’s just a few meters beyond. Not in the guide books, but better he said. Cannot say for sure as I made no direct comparison, but nocciola and banana on a homemade cone, excellent.
Drawing on the iphone is a far more private affair. In fact, I think people assume you are texting or calling, when in fact you are painting. It keeps people at bay, quite the opposite of drawing in a sketchbook. Perhaps it is a matter of size. But the other thing I realized this afternoon is that where I am slightly intimidated to actually paint, get started in the open air, in public; with this new application, I feel freer to abstract situations, focus on a feeling, and less the facts.
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