Sunday, May 27, 2012
Camberwell memory 2 / 坎貝爾回憶 2
When I couldn't leave immediately, I thought I was ready. But when I really have to say goodbye to a place and its people, I feel the pressing need to record every scene I see.
Camberwell Green was not originally on my sketch list. But when I got to Christine's on the sunny Sunday morning, the meat wasn't all there yet. I was asked to go back in another half an hour for sketching. I thus walked into the park, catching sight of a couple sitting next to the rose bush on the grass reading newspapers. In front of them scattered leisurely-looking gray pigeons playing and eating. That was how they made their way into my last sketchbook in the UK...