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Essaouira Fish Market

There is only one tower where I know I’d live and be locked up forever, even to die there rather than return the keys – Mogador in Africa.” Paul Claudel

Essaouira, (formerly Mogador) is a walled city dating from the time of the Phoenicians, who named it Migdol or small fortress. In 1506, the city became the seat of a Portuguese fortress and was strengthened by the construction of ramparts.
We started at the fortress, surrounded by gulls who would be hoping for some fishy tidbits later in the day.

Essaouira fortress video

A short video at the fortress (Click on the image to watch)

After another delicious lunch, we headed to the fish market – the quantities and varieties just amazed me.

Crabs for sale

Crabs for sale

Sting rays for sale

Sting rays for sale

Please excuse the way my sketches from this adventure are slowly dribbling in as I continue working on them, in between any new places I find!

 

2016 calendars are in!

My inner nerd is very happy to see these new calendars & planners. I’ve added notepads with grid lines- you can have one for free when you order any two items. And the planners have my Vespa scooter on the front – I think it’ll make you smile when planning your week!  Both are full of my ink and watercolor sketches. Many thanks to Callahan Printing for another excellent job!

See more details here: My Etsy page.

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I’d also like to thank The Shop, a local creperie, for displaying these – their food and decor are both lovely and delicious!

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So long, summer! Hello autumn.

I also say goodbye to my mesh scooter jacket, acquired this year for those oh-so-hot summer days we had. Put away for the winter, I’ll bring it out for the hot days in 2016.  It’s rather feminine, unlike my warmer jacket, and got a little bit of attention, although the scooter gets most of the attention around here!
Mesh Scooter jacket for summer

The leaves are always great color practice, which I definitely can use.
autumn leaves

 

I also said goodbye to this sketchbook, started in March 2014, finally filled it with these two sketches tonight.
At least I can say hello to (several!) new sketchbooks! 😉

A few stragglers

I’ve not kept up with adding color and scanning – here’s a few miscellaneous ones:

Coneflowers

These lovely coneflowers were captured in a photo by Eric Lopez. Thanks for the inspiration Eric!

2015 10 Strike a pose donkey wm

Saw this donkey at our annual Spiedie and Hot Air Balloon fest at Otsiningo Park. Too cute!

 

Onions

I grew these onions myself – and did not realize they just plop up out of the ground when they are ready!?!? Thank you, onions!

I was born in the desert.

It really feels that way, it just didn’t happen in this lifetime.
Over a decade ago, I was collecting and painting things related to Africa-

Afrika journal and box

A journal and a box of saved letters

A few of my earliest watercolor efforts, “The Blue Men of Africa” attempted twice, the second time with ink and watercolor.

Blue men of Africa in watercolor

Blue men of Africa in watercolor

Blue men of Africa in ink and watercolor

Blue men of Africa in ink and watercolor

I scanned old National Geographic magazines for images that appealed to me:

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A holiday card image one year

A holiday card image one year

I’d love to imagine that these previous longings and efforts will prepare me for my upcoming Moroccan adventure, but I know better.  When I arrive, the sounds and people and activities can overwhelm me.  My best chance to feel like I’m “home” will be to find the silence: of the desert, or the Atlas mountains, or even just a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the marketplace.
The journal pictured above is empty.  I plan to bring it and fill it with words and images that belong in it.
I’ll start with the word “wonderment”, and continue from there.

All aboard! Here’s my newest adventure.

Ok, I’m spilling the beans.  I’m headed to Morocco.
I’m going with artists who take other artists to beautiful locations around the world.
While they are making art, and possibly trying to tutor me, I’ll be doing my usual scribbles, then adding color to them.
For those who have forgotten their geography lessons

For those who have forgotten their geography lessons – here’s where Morocco is.  I’ll first get to Madrid, then head over to Marrakesh, then a car ride to Essaouira.

The reason I’m blabbing is because I just saw something that makes me believe that
I’m going on a journey to an apparently magical place.
Why magical? Well, one of the trip coordinators told me to google “goats in argan trees.”
I mean, here, our goats just chill on the ground. Where I’m going, they hang out in trees!
Morocco goat in argan tree

Seen on google maps!

Really?  So, obviously, I then wondered about the so-called Marrakesh express and was it a real train, or was it “magical” (or smoke induced) taking you to see magical things like goats in trees.
But apparently, this song is a straightforward description of an actual train ride Graham Nash took in North Africa.
In the beginning, as a wealthy Englishman, he was travelling first class in a luxurious private suite. But after a while, he decided it would be more interesting to move to another car, where ordinary Arabs and poorer tourists ride.
In the back cars, the ordinary Arabs really do travel with their livestock. Nash found that he had a lot more fun travelling among the working class Arabs and lower class tourists than with other rich people. Disclaimer: This may or may not be true. I found it on the World Wide Web. 😉
Morocco Marrakesh express

All aboard that tra-a-ain.

Just know that when I return, and I’m sharing sketches of goats in trees, and magic carpets and purple camels (I just made that up), it’s probably not drug induced, or from those worms that crawl in your ears and slowly eat your brain, although now that I’ve thought about that I might wear earplugs at night. Just in case.

“Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.” – W. C. Fields

So I scooted to Ithaca…

My first huge solo scooter trip was to Ithaca. Yep, less than 50 miles each way.  But still, a pretty big step for me.

Scoot wash

Well, you need a clean start, right?

I had some kind of mental block about what was needed and how it worked for the GPS mount.  So, I sketched it!  The best way to understand something!
I also have a charger wire connected to the battery for it.

GPS mount for scoot

What could have been a nice relaxing sketch trip, ended up with only one sketch!  Alas, somehow I felt the need to get there and back as quickly as possible.  What’s that about smelling the roses?  Not this time!

Enroute to Ithaca

Oh right, I promised another clue about my upcoming trip:
It’s on the other side of the Atlantic.