Waiting for the floor guy – oh the painful minutiae of first world angst – I drew this from the balcony of my old place in Charlotte Quay. Waiting is often good drawing time – any forced period of inactivity is. Train journeys, too.
The skyline has changed enormously since I lived there six years ago. Google lurk just in the middle of what passes in Ireland for a city canyon, in Barrow St, which used to be pure ould Dublin. Opposite it is a massive legal company, and to the south the Dublin Mountains.
I was feeling jaded, but drawing that – the simple act of looking and putting pencil to paper – made me feel so much better. That is the magic of drawing – it’s a means by which you look, think, invent, communicate. It’s good for you, like Guinness.