Transport Heritage Expo

#sadamikonchi #transportheritageexpo #2023 #vintage #museum #transport #heritage #sydney #australia
シドニーで #文化遺産 になっている #公共交通機関 の #展示会 があります🤓. #セントラル駅 の #コンコース で催されます 駅の表ではかつての 懐かしい バスが走っています. 9月30日から10月2日までの連休にかけて 家族みんなが楽しめるイベントです💖

Children and adults got so excited to see the #locomotives @ Central Station. We all love steam engines, choose, coo trains💕😘😆🌸 Great fun. Many people talked to me and took the photos of my watercolour sketch #locomotive3642 ! Staff loved it, too. Thank you very much💖🤓

大人も子供も #蒸気機関車 に わくわくドキドキ! だってみんな 私たち #シュッシュポッポ 好きなんだもん💕😘😆🌸 とても楽しかったです. 大変 たくさんの人が話しかけてきて私のスケッチを 写真に収めていました. Wow! スタッフの方々もそうで とても嬉しかったし ありがとうね💖🤗 P.S. 日本の方にはちょっとピンとこないかもしれませんが 今日から私たちは夏時間になり 1時間 時計を前へ進めます. 私はいつもこれで朝起きてとちって 職場へ行った時や 約束事の時間を間違えて 今日が日曜でよかったといつも思います😂😆 また今日突然 35度まで上がって モロに夏に入りました. だけど明日は24°cまで落ちるんだって. なんて 気温かしら?! #watercolour #sydney #australia

#sadamikonchi Once, those ladies in the uniforms served customers. Tada~~, these ladies encouraged me. I started sketching the steam #engine! かつて 列車で 乗客に サービスをしていた 女性はこのブルーの ユニフォームを着ていたのです. とても気さくな 方たちで 私がスケッチ し始めるのを 応援してくださいました! ありがとうね🤓💖😘 #locomotive #steamlocomotive #transportheritageexpo #2023 #vintage #museum #transport #heritage #sydney #australia 

Central Station, Concourse #セントラル駅 の #コンコース

sadamikonchi Quite interesting to see the inside of a #cab. A crew fed #coals to the #Firefox. A dial storage is just opposite to the Firefox. #Steam engine, itself is simple not like our current mechanics with high technology. But it's simplicity and hand made beauty is lovely😍😘💖

#機関室 の中は なかな 興味深かったです. スタッフが #炉 に #石炭 を くべると ものすごい勢いで #炎 が燃えていて 印象的でした. #蒸気機関 のシステムそのものは単純で 私たちが今日使っているような 近代 ハイテクノロジーを駆使した #機械 に 比べると シンプルです. とても "手作り"の感じがしてそこがまた美しく 私は素敵だと感じました.
#steamlocomotive #transportheritageexpo #2023 #flame #fire #museum #transport #heritage #sydney #australia

Transport Heritage Expo

Powerhouse Museum, Drawing Sydney

Between projects, I enjoyed sketching in Powerhouse museum held by Drawing Sydney. Imagination and creativity are our wings to fly across a sky. I chose this cart...imagined a crossed orphan girl with a step mother and a cheerful driver. From here, the girl's adventure and story would begin!-- is my imagination. 

Ohhh, Bleriot XI, brave Sadami waving at us, achieved the first flight from Melbourne to Sydney! -- is my imagination in Powerhouse Museum.

This is not from imagination, but from my observation. One of the organisers of Drawing Sydney. This sketch club’s facebook is private and closed to the public. Always the club takes a photo of all the participants, called a “school photo.” It’s inclusive and wonderful. Very happy to see members and the model loving my sketches. Thank you very much for an organiser and members warm friendship. 

Now, I’m gearing up for SCBWI international conference. I've already created my portfolio that includes black and white and colours. I'll finish up a dummy or a mock book this week. More closely updating info is available from my facebook. 

Authors and Illustrators, see you there!

Friends, Happy Painting!! 

Powerhouse Museum, Drawing Sydney

The City at Night : People are People

Hello, Friends, did you have a wonderful weekend?
Thank you for a lot of feedback on the last post. I'll be true to myself and live Sadami.
Even though we have a lot of rain these days, you and I will go for sketching people on streets in the City at night today.

Busker at Station

The night City has many faces. Homeless guys, rich&poor, young&old, buskers, illegal traders, police, drunkards, sex industry workers, happy&sad, overseas, artists, all kinds of people get together at the one place, the "City" and disclose their lives boldly. Night darkness curtains fiascoes off guilt. Alcohol helps people leave shyness, moral and social norms far behind. Freedom and chaos are praised.

In the chaos, sketching is much like finding gold from mud, scoop it up and scatter it on papers. Value study at night is very interesting. Unfortunately, paper did not get dry well in the rain. Expected washes never came up. In the pub. Just the royal wedding was on a TV. Securities and young people enjoyed my sketches. Technically, rough sketches, quick watercolor and pin-down inspirations are my tasks.
I saw an old lady busker. Quite rare to see a granma-like figure play a guitar. Not many people gave her money tonight. Her very sad face ached my heart badly. "Oh, you're so sensitive. But the truth is truth!" she said cheerfully. She'd rather enjoy the miserable situation than cursing at others. Great and I admired her attitude. That pensioner was planning to go home, UK and saving a little bit money from busking.
One, I assume, a homeless lady passionately looked at my sketching for nearly 20 minutes(=till the end) on an under ground way to Central Station. She talked to me in Non-English. I had no idea. She tried hard to tell in English my portrait captured a model's inner world and emotions(*the first uploaded busker's portrait). "Spirit! Model's spirit! My English is bad." Once, she loved drawing in her country. "Very poor. Very poor. My English is bad."(*sorry I did not get her story well.) She took the brush from me, "Pen. Horse. Animal. Rice paper. Expensive." (...I wish I could tell her mine is made of a "Squirrel" another animal!). She kept on talking and would not go away. Looked very poor with 2 worn out plastic bags stuffed with cheap daily needs -- a typical homeless appearance, even though she said, "after work." Nearly 12 o'clock?! You do not look like a Cinderella. A face and hands were very dirty, full of wrinkles with some cuts or cracks. Big patches were here, there on her jacket. Honest, I've never seen a middle aged lady wearing a patched and thin cloth in autumn Sydney. Even a homeless guy wears well and warm, because charity provides clothes. If a language difficulty hinders this lady from accessing help and art work, it's pity... She passionately talked on how marvelous materials and how wonderful Chinese painting was.

I picked up a Chinese brush from my bag and ... gave it to the lady. Of course, I'm not rich at all!!(*I bought it this year.) I might be too simple...
The lady looked to get a bit surprised, happily accepted it, walked away and disappeared in a crowd. Ah, if that lady could have been the sympathetic millionaire, that'll be wonderful! (*The Model Millionaire (Oscar Wilde) is my favorite short story. Big laugh and so subtle!! ) But a fantasy would not happen on me. I'm ready to die in poverty. My dear artist friend says, "You're not alone! We're in the same boat!!" Oh, what a great friendship! Hahaha!Now, let's go home. Home, sweet home. I'll take a train.
So many different people, some might be cunning. But I'd believe in people's good will. One homeless and beggar gentleman offered his jacket on steps for this poor artist. Many people actually respected the artist and never scorned me even in the chaos. Friends, that's my great and genuine honour. I'll keep up drawing and painting. I do not expect a commercial success(=galleries are not happy to display subjective portraits), but one day, I'd exhibit my daily sketches of people at somewhere to share joy with others.
Anyway, happy painting!

The City at Night : People are People

Sketching on Train : Face faces Face

I always sketch people in a train. A museum of faces. It's a great awe that each of us has a different life and a different direction to go. Only for a while, we share time and separate for an individual destination...

Face expressions are very different. Body language, too. They stimulate my imagination. I imagine each person's life. Does this young man have a very long day? Where is that happy child going to go? The gentleman looks so sad, had a tough day? The woman might be on the way to see her love... These girls are having a cheerful chat.
The imagination makes me smile and I feel all of us closer.

Indeed, soon, most people talk to me. We become friends at once. Drawing brings strangers into nice chat friends. People love my sketches and begin to tell me their life stories. It's lovely that art opens anyone's heart to an artist.

Also, I'd like to add this fact that many people are so kind to me with a walking stick. I'm not good at balancing and sometimes I walk wabble wobble. In a peak hour, people happily give me a seat. I still recall the old gentleman who helped me walk safely on a long stair way out of a station.

I was so afraid of Central Station at the onset of the disability. The Station is too huge, a very long way to walk to platforms and lots of stair ways. Even though there are lifts, to reach at there is a challenging for people with disability. Nearly crying alone in a long underground pass way, I managed to walk to a platform. So, I'll never forget that gentleman and other nice people.

Only for a while, we share time and separate for an individual destination... A Japanese tea ceremony has beautiful philosophy in these words, " IchigoIchie, 一期一会," my favorite say. It means we only once meet each other in life, so do our best to host a guest at a tea ceremony. Looking at these so many people, I feel we may not see again. Our encounter is only for a moment like a comet in this big universe. Our meeting each other is a miracle. If so...

My ichigoichie. I'd assist anyone who needs help for a walk in a busy station and at anywhere. I'd promise to make people happy with my sketches in our encounter.

Sketching on Train : Face faces Face