I’ve been rummaging around in my stuff today. Found an old sketchbook/journal from our travels around India 10 years ago. Now I am feeling inspired to bind myself a gorgeous new journal with a great swath of natural, grainy paper to take to Sicily with me. It’s going to be a collection jar stuffed full of people, dogs, hills, bugs, cafes, tiles and textures. I wonder how they will look … how the colours of Sicily will happen to the art. In our Indian travels I decided to express places not in the colours I saw, but the colours I felt to be true. Here are a few glimmers from the journey …
First stop, Srinagar, Kashmir (some believe that Jesus survived the cross and was buried in this city).
Then we flew to Chennai/Madras (the city where my grandad was born).
This was New Creation Corner, a cafe in Auroville – City of Dawn, Tamil Nadu.
The view from our window in Bangkok.
Our guesthouse lounge in Siem Reap. A complicated floor to draw!
Guesthouse garden in Phnom Phen. There were child prostitutes in the doorways with bright red lipstick and tired faces.
Thailand. The last guesthouse before home …