Rowan’s 10 pin bowling is just outside the main entrance of Finsbury Park Station in North London. This started as a live painting and was finished using photos as reference and walking by several days later. During these busy days I have several images that are unfinished on the iPhone waiting for the right time and mood to finish them. The low pixel count of the phone’s camera is very useful as it mirrors the level of detail one can put into a finger painting. The quick, blurry photos that are sometimes taken (by mistake or lack of concentration or plain shutter lag) capture the mood perfectly and work really well for me as reminders of the moment. I don’t trace the images, though.
It wasn’t that cold. Not really. No one had clouds of breath coming out of their noses when they breathed. No one blew into their clenched fists. For winter, it was actually a fair morning. Why doesn’t every person have the same tolerance of cold, or hot temperatures? No one else noticed and I’d thought myself into a dead-end long before the journey was over.
On a very cold but sunny London day, when nothing works particularly well the 210 bus took longer than usual to arrive. Passenger were patient, pacing blowing into their gloves, smoking… Anything to not feel the freeze. It wasn’t the right time to start making a painting with a forefinger.
Winter in the UK, though not as cold as other parts of Europe, always seems much worse. People aren’t often ready for a cold snap! No amount of discussion about the weather in the UK transfers to a state of preparedness. Strange.
It was a typical Sunday. Slow and quiet, at least in my direction. I suppose it was quite different for all the shoppers chasing bargains at the sales all over London.
I had time to observe and a few people and things caught my eye. And then at the end of the light part of the day I looked back at the station exit and decided to try to capture it. In the cold weather it wasn’t all that pleasant, but an itch is an itch…