It was so long ago that I can hardly remember what I wanted to say about my holiday in Cornwall.
Photo of Mevagissey harbour
We stayed in the small fishing village of Mevagissey and from the start I could see why people love it. However, preferring wide open spaces myself, at first I found wandering the narrow streets stressful and claustrophobic – imagine being in the one-way lanes, where a car can hardly fit, but there is a two-way traffic and numerous pedestrians, with a two year-old, who kept on attempting to dash off in whatever direction seemed interesting at the time and got frustrated when anyone held his hand or picked him up. I did relax into this place by the end of the holidays after getting to know it and discovering the beautiful corners such as a Polkirt Hill look out and park.
Sketch of Mevagissey harbour

Winsor & Newton Cotman watercolour on Daler-Rowney watercolour postcard

The bright colours of the fishing boats and their fenders/buoyes were gorgeous and I regret not sketch them. The geometrical arrangement of houses on the hills around the harbour was also interesting to sketch, specially since it was one of the painting subjects in David Howell‘s “Just Watercolour” DVD, which I watched not long before going to Cornwall.
sketch of Mevagissey houses

Staedtler pigment liner pen in hand*book journal (Portrait 3½” × 5½”)

I made a big mistake of bringing with me a new untouched Stillman & Birn Beta series sketchbook, new brushes and even my set of paints was sufficiently new to make me feel uncomfortable, clumsy and extremely self-conscious to use them outside in public. I ended up mostly doing small pen sketches in my hand*book journal and painting three postcards all from inside the apartment.
Sketch of Mevagissey lighthouse

Winsor & Newton Cotman watercolour on Daler-Rowney watercolour postcard

If I draw all the time it is easy to pick up a brush or a pen and do another sketch, but after a break or when sketches are far between I found that the trepidation of spoiling a sketch returns. A sketch becomes The Sketch – it has to capture the place, the time, the feelings, the memories as there could be no other record. In Cornwall I caught myself procrastinating and thinking in circles of all the ways my sketches can go wrong. Despite wanting to sketch I had to force myself to pick up the pen. I regretted breaking the habit of daily sketching and now I am trying to re-establish it.
Sketch of tree with swing

Winsor & Newton Cotman watercolour on Daler-Rowney watercolour postcard