Wonderful Lynn, painter and caligrapher extrodinaire, drew in this lovely introduction.
The ancient fortified town of Essaouria. The boats really are that blue. There were only one or two seagulls in the painting before the waiter at Cafe de France told me I had to add more.
Doors to the little Mosque la Kasbah on the Place Moulay Hassan in Essaouria. I sat accross the street in Cafe de france hours.
Window to my left.
The view from inside the cafe. The friendly wait staff patiently indulged my desire for french conversation and invited me inside the cafe to draw their portraits! -again, who's beautiful life is this? (I left the portraits with them.)
Another spot in Essaouria across from our perch on the ramparts (I don't actually know what we were sitting on but ramparts sounds so good). As we sat here painting I spoke with a variety of facinating tourists: a journalist from NYC trying to shake off work life and headed for a Moroccan pastry cooking class, a german artist looking for a pencil sharpener, folks from South Carolina driving from one North African town to another and another...
Treasure from the souks. Wild variety of color and texture.
Karen took a photo of a basket of dye powder bottles.
Cyprus trees on the perimeter of the Peacock Pavilions grounds.
...those fabulous beads again.
At the 16th century Koranic school Medersa Ben Youssef, I scrambled down, in, up and through the rabbitt warren of monks' cells (climbing through two others to get into this one!) to make this little picture.
A few participants brought these types of vases back to the studio at Peacock Pavilions- they are ink wells/pen holders for students I think?
A fancy inspired by the courtyard at the Medersa Ben Youssef.
"Everyone knows the feeling with which one stands shivering on a spring-board, the shock when a friendly foe steals up behind and hurls you into the flood, and the ardent glow which thrills you as you emerge breathless from the plunge."
-from Winston Churchhill's Painting as a Pastime. One of our partcipiants handed it to me before we parted in Marrakech; it was like a surprise chocolate bar on my journey home (after a whole week of glorious surprises).
Now here I am; Michael and Benji (Captain Spectacular) are more lovable than ever. I had to pinch myself on my adventures and then again on my return home. And this morning the studio? Who's marvelous life have I stumbled into?
A group of us stayed at the peaceful oasis Hotel Tresore for a few days before the retreat. The watercolor above is the view into the courtyard from my beautiful second floor room, where I sat on my bed for hours, drunk from jet lag, happily absorbing the aroma of oranges while listening to the birsdsong and distant sounds of the city just outside the thick walls of the riad.
Elizabeth left for Marrakech Tuesday, I am off this afternoon! On our return we will have a night in London to catch up with our dear friend, and phenomenal painter, Cynthia Westwood. The last time we all got together was at Newark airport!
It sure feels like a full moon. I did this moon the night before last. Too excited to finish anything. In order to get something done I recruited the help of my Captain Spectacular. He agreed to come into the studio with me before bathtime. He worked on some drawing and crafts while I painted; in exchange for my help wielding the glue gun.