This is a drawing which has a great sentimental value for me – and which is not that bad as a sketch, neither..
I’ve drawn it about one year before his death (my grandfather, Ion Lup, whose life story I’ve told on my other blog at:http://iondanu.wordpress.com/) that is in 1974, when I was still a student at the Art High School.
When I was in the mood, I was a quick draftman (I hope the spelling is ok, for I never found a better equivalent to this complicated, hard to pronounce term…) and you’ll see, the next few days, some drawings I made in the seventies…
Van Gogh liked to draw old, worn out, poor people. I also had some good teachers at the Art High School… Rodica Chisu and Ion Chisu were of the number (they’ve immigrated to the US, I think, many years ago…) and they recommended to make a lot of sketches in places with many peoples, like markets and train stations (I’ve followed their advice and even now I always carry a sketchbook and pencils with me).