After Lucca I flew to Southern Portugal via Paris. It was still light enough to decipher the Arc de Triomphe and the radiating street pattern of the Champs Elysee before landing. Over the next week, I’m parked in Olhao, Portugal for an art class, where we will be visiting markets in the nearby fishing village to sketch and paint.
The town is small enough so you can’t get lost despite crooked alleyways, and people are apt to smile back. Plenty of fresh seafood and fish keep the diet and everyone healthy.
We are working in watercolor sketches and pastels. This inspiring art school holds space for 12 students with private rooms, numerous gathering spaces, courtyards, an art studio and two pools.
A friend offered to lend me her ample stock of beautiful pastels, so it was hard to resist trying a new medium. The first set of sketches below are drawn in Olhao and at Alcona Island, and the slide show below that are sketches followed by pastels.