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.
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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