tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833695853177988258.post2913137985076194280..comments2023-05-22T10:58:10.929+01:00Comments on Art on the run: Strange seating in Victoria ParkHeather Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04314474207212316620noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833695853177988258.post-85856200535358098712013-11-18T15:49:58.612+00:002013-11-18T15:49:58.612+00:00Thank you Marta. Funnily enough when I sat on the ...Thank you Marta. Funnily enough when I sat on the seat I couldn't find anything particularly interesting to draw but it was still worth putting pencil to paper and having a go.<br /><br />I recall doing my only 20-mile sponsored walk aged 12 in Basingstoke and it nearly killed me. It would have been more interesting crossing all those bridges than traipsing around Hampshire.Heather Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04314474207212316620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833695853177988258.post-24785086518565731912013-11-18T15:35:48.864+00:002013-11-18T15:35:48.864+00:00I love the slant of the trees...the colors and lig...I love the slant of the trees...the colors and light -- and I love the observations and history of the place and the bridges...I love the "London now, today" feel of the piece, and the thoughtfulness of the narrator...I too remember the shock of the bridge being sold -- what? how can they sell part of the permanent landscape?? -- and I remember being 14 in about 1970 and doing my first sponsored walk, 20 miles, walking all the bridges of London -- great excuse to spend the day in the city with my friends...I love your daily quiet thinking -- in words & in colors and shapesMartaSzabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833695853177988258.post-41401044247791338382013-11-18T15:34:38.993+00:002013-11-18T15:34:38.993+00:00I love the slant of the trees...the colors and lig...I love the slant of the trees...the colors and light -- and I love the observations and history of the place and the bridges...I love the "London now, today" feel of the piece, and the thoughtfulness of the narrator...I too remember the shock of the bridge being sold -- what? how can they sell part of the permanent landscape?? -- and I remember being 14 in about 1970 and doing my first sponsored walk, 20 miles, walking all the bridges of London -- great excuse to spend the day in the city with my friends...I love your daily quiet thinking -- in words and in colored pencils...MartaSzabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.com