Fred Lynchさんのイラストまとめ

The workhouse at Bahaghs, in Kerry, Ireland, is even more gloomy inside than out. And that’s saying a lot. Nonetheless, I sat and drew in the mud. As stated in my last post, it’s my belief that my ancestors lived here for a few years before emigrating in 1884. @GrimArtGroup #usk

I was the first to return to this forgotten spot, where my ancestors lived 138 years ago in #Cahersiveen , #Ireland. Drawing is a form of paying very close attention. Sitting and starting this drawing, I knew that never had a pile of rocks been so meaningful to me.

Lago Bolsena is the largest volcanic lake in Europe. It’s a relatively quiet place, except on Sunday afternoons when multi-generational families come and spend the entire day swimming, eating and napping by the black sands.

“Our Lady of the Overlooked.” That’s what I should call this church. Or perhaps, the “Church of the The Immaculately Ignored.” I passed this Romanesque house of worship countless times without ever stopping to draw it. The Church of San Giovanni in Zoccoli, #Viterbo, IT. 11thC.

by Pawel Jonca of Warsaw.

In 1650, John Woods ( a 9th gr-grandfather) lived here in #Wayland, MA, but not in this house. Dated 1761, the “Reverend Josiah Bridge House” was built over a hundred years after John and his family, moved eight miles west to help found Marlborough, MA #urbansketchers #risd

Teresa O’Day grew up along with the Brooklyn Bridge in the 1860s and '70s. As the Bridge grew, so did the shadow over her neighborhood in southern Manhattan. She was a daughter of immigrants who survived the Irish Famine, yet untimely deaths followed her. https://t.co/RwrvgS5CjC

This 4.2 acre piece of land in #Waltham is one of the oldest continuously farmed places in the United States. It’s been owned by only two families since 1650: the Warrens until 1922, and the Arrigos since then. Now it sits empty and awaiting preservation.

My immigrant ancestors are what this series of drawings is all about. I track them down by book and by foot—traveling back in time and over to towns and neighborhoods that I’ve never visited before. I walk the streets with my sketchbook. For me, sketching is a form of research.

This is the home and tavern of Hopestill Bent, a 8x Gr-Granduncle of mine. The house was built in 1701 and you can find it in #Wayland Massachusetts.