I thought it would be interesting (and different) to talk about how I record my trips - through the medium of pen and paper instead of film and camera.
There is no time like the present. To sketch and record events - usually the best times to do so are when one is waiting for something to happen - for the plane to take off, in a traffic jam, waiting for luggage, or food to arrive.
I sketch in solitude mostly as this is a chance for me to lose myself. But at other times, I don't mind a bit of company - like when I sat with a row of Primary School children in Hangzhou to sketch their old town. I asked the girl 'Is this a good likeness?' She examined my work and said 'Not really'
Many of our study trips are recorded in here, simple and cheap notebooks made from palm paper.
| The Great Wall at Badaling |
| Wat Arun, Bangkok |
| My favourite breakfast places in Georgetown |
| 3 points of view in the Frankfurt Cathedral |
Recording a building this way and at this angle is similar to using a camera but I think the act of seeing and drawing it makes the memory of the place stronger. When I look at this sketch, I remember most vividly the sound of skateboards hitting the concrete.
| Helsinki - journal entries |
| Bay Hotel, Singapore |
| Pratunam, Bangkok |
Mind maps of routes taken are a good way for me to get an overview with glimpses of places seen along the way. These 'maps' are done retrospectively, of course - I ran these routes with Louis Tiong in Morocco.
| Context and Memory - helped by some props and souvenirs from the 'site' in Valencia |
...and washed with espresso because we were in Florence.
I ended the ten minute presentation with this simple sketch.
I told them about Marcel and how he mentored me (probably without knowing it) and how he left Kuching for Toronto. And later, when I found out that he was terminally ill - I emailed him photos and sketches of his old haunts; usually food places such as this one near a Chinese temple on Carpenter Street. When that didn't seem enough, I mailed these postcard sketches to him. Later on, to add another dimension to his experience of 'home' - I washed the sketches with black vinegar (to evoke the memory of Teochew Kolo Mee which this is traditionally served with). I asked Marcel to smell the postcards - but I never got a reply because shortly after he passed away.
Months later, when his wife visited us in Kuching, I asked her if Marcel received the postcards. She replied 'Yes, he did'. I asked her 'Did he smell them?' She replied again 'Yes, he did, what's up with that?' And I explained.
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| Marcel - fastidious as ever, humming quietly to himself as I prepared to photograph him |

such a true architect. very nice sketches and work!! superb!
ReplyDeletesuch a true architect. very nice sketches and work!! superb!
ReplyDeleteThank you - fellow Kuchingite
ReplyDeletebeautiful especially the ones slightly suggested by water colour. louis.
ReplyDeleteThank you - I like the phrase 'slightly suggested by water colour'
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