Showing posts with label PAMSC study trips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PAMSC study trips. Show all posts

Thursday, June 9, 2022

9 June 2022 Thursday - Love in foreign climes

These series of love portraits are a selection from the PAMSC study trips; a departure from streetscapes and buildings, and perhaps a result of too many days away from the ones we love. 


On a distant Sunday, these two people caught my eye.

How he listened as she spoke, and never took his eyes off her.

Now years later, I wonder he still has eyes only for her.

(and listen when she speaks). 

Florence


We came across this park on one of our walking tours; Sara said it reminded her of the Paris parks she had seen in movies. It is clear why - the tree-lined avenues with lawns in between them, vistas guided towards fountains and statues, the crunchy gravel underfoot and couples cuddling on park benches. Clear signs of the French influence in Shanghai's past - so it seemed appropriate that we would meet this spritely couple; not young in years but still youthful in their step. Sara took this series of shots; as they practiced - coaching and encouraging each other - quite oblivious to the crowd which gathered to watch them; envious of their dancing skills and also their obvious enjoyment of each other's company.

FuXing GongYuan, Shanghai

 


Their hands were not touching, but their heartstrings must be intertwined like their feet.

As the bus slowed to round the corner at the United Nations Memorial in Casablanca.



Young love has winged feet.

Red Fort, Agra


Saturday, September 5, 2015

Talking about Sketching

Last night, I took some of my sketches for a talk at a PAMSC (Local Architect's Institute) gathering. The aim of the presentation was to highlight our chapter's activities especially our study trips to Beijing, Shanghai and more recently Hangzhou as well as the European and local trips.

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
With cheap medium such as the Artline Pen 0.4 (RM 2.50).
My favourite breakfast places in Georgetown
...or with ball-point pens from hotel rooms and sometimes with my Hero fountain pen.
3 points of view in the Frankfurt Cathedral
I talked about 'losing' myself in the act of sketching and how it results in actually getting myself lost - detached from the rest of tour group. But there is usually someone to watch over me.

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
 Most of the time, my sketches are 'notes' to myself and observations about the place and the people - such as what my fellow travelers are eating for breakfast.
Bay Hotel, Singapore
Sketching also allows me to dissect a place - to visually measure and record. I have a collection of 'measured drawings' of hotel rooms.
Pratunam, Bangkok
It does not always have to be a landmark or prominent building - recording the mundane is a good way of seeing beauty in daily life and of ever-day people.
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
More context - ink on paper, washed with soy sauce because we were in China (this is Wangshu's NingBo Museum of Contemporary Arts)
...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