It takes time to find a good place to draw in the city. Often i find myself walking round and round in circles, revisiting the same streets, eyeing up the buildings I would love to draw, loitering and procrastinating, trying to figure out a good spot.
And in a city like Dar there really isn’t that much room to manouver once you have picked the ideal view. The streets are narrow, the pavements populated with stalls and kiosks, the sun is oh so hot (reducing your sketchbook to a sweaty pulp is far from ideal), and there really are not so many handy things to sit on (and you have to be kinda comfortable to sit and draw for an hour or more).
But after extensive research, imagine the satisfaction when you find the ideal spot, a perch to balance on, in the shade for at least an hour or two, inconspicuous enough not too encourage too many bystanders to crowd around and a stunning vista to try and re-create. Ah the joy.
So you settle down, greet the people around you, get past the awkward first lines on the page, hopefully without too much intimidating scrutiny from your new found friends. You are on a roll, you immerse yourself in the wonderful view, the gorgeous angles and intriguing details – the more you see as the more you draw. All is going well, hurahh, another page of the book is taking shape… and then… out of nowhere, with a squeal of brakes and a cloud of dust, the view goes white. Shiny white.. shiny brand new Toyota landcruiser white. Some ****** has parked right in front of your view.