The first pass below (which was followed by a scrape down) and the finish above. From a morning in Marrakech when Peyton and I went through the Place des Ferblantiers with its many lantern shops. The bright copper discs hung from the orange tree and sunlight came filtering through the branches.12"x12", oil on canvas.
One evening last week , just after watching the sun go down from the roof of our hotel in Boughrar- listening to the evening prayers, watching the storks fly into their nest nearby-I stood in the darkened stairwell of our hotel which afforded a view of the little market across the tiny street (the "hahn-oot"). These men were chatting there. It was a peaceful moment and good to be able to draw them, so close at hand, while they were at ease with themselves.
Yesterday morning I painted this from one of the many rooftop terraces of the riad where we are staying.
Elizabeth and I are furiously drawing and painting the visual feast that is Marrakech and in particular the life within the medina's ancient walls. Excerpts from our sketchbooks are posted daily to moveablepaintbox.