
I dropped Ralph off south of Eden to do a one way cliff walk and drove back to the old whaling station at Davidson's beach to look around, meander along the beach and do some sketching. It was a beautiful bay with lovely clear water and lots of oysters on the rocks - not much left of the whaling life though. I sketched this messy bank, hoping to catch the raw grittiness and feeling of it toppling down on to me - oh, well!
Then I had a horrendous hour or two while I tried to find the rendezvous point and drove down a very unsuitable track and nearly couldn't get out. I'm sure I lost several kilos in the sweat of the panic!

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Sounds horrendous. The perspective problem you describe, it's funny isn't it how we sometimes draw things inaccurately because our mind won't accept what our eyes are telling us so we 'correct' it.
Julie's so right...I've been working on a picture of my sister where she has her head turned a bit to the side but in my drawings I somehow keep ending up "correcting" it so that she's facing straight ahead. I didn't notice anything wrong with this drawing though...looks right to me.
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