This pocket sketchbook page dates from last summer, when I spent some time on the west coast of Normandy. This goaty chap was part of a band that set up one evening in the town square. They had a great Django Reinhardt sound, but their lyrics were pretty shocking, and as we had an inquisitive five-year-old with us we didn't stay long. But at least I managed to get something down on paper.
It's odd how the accordion appears different in the two main sketches. It almost looks like there were two instruments. Sketching is always selective, but it's interesting to note that the eye is so busy with essentials that the details differ. Interesting for me that is -- I have an idea for a novel where the clues to some mystery have been accidentally captured in a series of quick sketches. But how far can a drawing be trusted? And how much do we really see when we look?
This was drawn with a Faber-Castell PITT artist pen, for those who care about these things.