It is no secret to those who know me, that I have had a lifelong love for France and the French language. Though I majored in French in college, I have never had an opportunity to travel there. At times, I’ve felt like I pined for it. When I hear the French language spoken, I have this strange feeling that I’ve come home. Hearing French spoken transports me somewhere I’ve never actually been but where I’ve dreamed and imagined being for many many years.
You can read here and here and here about my desire to travel to France. It’s a bit of a grass-is-greener kind of longing. There are times when my little life in Kernersville has felt so small and insignificant. But over the years, DRAWING has redirected me to look for and see the Beauty that’s right here, in this little town, in America. In the last few weeks, I’ve caught myself saying to others (in nearby Winston) that they really should come draw and paint over here. When I told them that Kernersville feels like a little slice of France, they scoffed! OK. Maybe they have reason. But I also told a friend that it’s as if France is under my feet…in the cobblestone alley of the Bistro B, in the tulips and flowers at the Ciener Botanical Gardens, in the quaint shops on Main, in the provincial farms dotted around the town, and in the beautifully renovated “historic” building we call the Factory. (And this is just for starters!!)
I have begun another longtime desire which is to draw and paint the little beauties that, for me, harken to France . I sat with an artist friend in the lovely courtyard at the Factory drawing one of the shop fronts there. So quaint. So picturesque. Just like I imagine French storefronts to be.
It will take me a month of Fridays to draw all that the Courtyard contains. I hope you’ll keep popping in as I show you my little town where I find France, or what I dream France to be, almost daily…on my walks, as I drive around, and especially downtown.
Here’s a photo of me with my plein air sketch. My husband uses the Instagram filters and I’m not so sure I’m crazy about it here. For one, it changes the colors of my sketch. For two, it isn’t so flattering for skin tone, etc. Oh well. I think there are very few pics of me here on my blog, and though I’m typically not crazy about photos of me (I usually have some strange expression on my face), this one seemed alright.