I spent yesterday morning, not at work, but waiting outside a strange school. Strange as in one that we would not normally attend, not as in odd or unusual. Perhaps someone from a big city elsewhere in the world might think a picture showing a wall of wild greenery was a strange image to be labelled “school”.
Inside, my son, and not doubt other, final year students are sitting their mid-year music performance exam. I guess there aren’t enough students at his own high school to hold it there. So here I am in the hills above Perth sitting outside a school almost hidden by trees waiting while somewhere in there a kid plays Bach and Khachaturian on some old banger of a piano… There’s something incongruous about the formality of classical music beautifully played under difficult circumstances in such a wild place.
The only sound I hear is the chorus of birdsong coming from the trees.
Both Uniball Vision Micro, watercolour and black pencil in a Stillman & Birn 8.5×5.5″ Epsilon sketchbook.
The three round things at the top of this drawing are whirlybirds – a type of roof ventilation – which are supposed to make a building cooler. I don’t think they help much under corrugated iron when it gets really hot…