Morning visitors… Captured!

Spontaneous sketches made with random lines and then brought together with some more strokes to fill them up, can be so liberating!

Try it!

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Home Away from Home 😊… Travelogue

Home Away from Home

I wake up in a new city.

With the excitement of traveling alone comes the attendent hours of solitude. No maids to instruct, no door bells to attend to, no one to ask for advice or permission, no dogs to walk, just you, on your own, in a strange place.

I make small forays into the neighbourhood. Observing flora and fauna and humans too. On this round earth, from one side to another, so much variety and colour exists. Differences are apparent but daily issues seem similar.

Multi-tasking, rushing, finding quiet time to read under the shade of a tree, these seem familiar, universal tasks.

The window seat becomes my favorite spot. From here I observe life, without being in it.

The kids playing soccer after school hours are a delight to watch. So much energy and joy!

When a sudden shower takes them by surprise there is a collective whoop of joy and the game becomes even more boisterous, I smile from my perch, kids! I tell you 😊

I make my own bed when I travel. It gives me a sense of home. It helps to keep me grounded and focused… It tells me no matter how disconnected my day might be, I have a place to rest and to connect with myself. It is here that I read late into the night and sleep with the side lamp still on, it is here that I fill my journal, and crawl back into, with my morning cup of tea. It’s an important space, almost as important as the temporary work station I create by pushing furniture around (much to the horror of the staff😬)!

“Home is where one wakes up.”
A song once stated…Even if it isn’t, there is a strong urge to make the journey a more meaningful one 🌸😊

#travelogues #thoughts #AVagabondinWashington

Rain Rescue 🌼

Fish out of water πŸ˜”

We had torrential rain in Delhi… Too much, too soon… Water-logging caused havoc. Some fish from my over-flowing Lotus pond drifted out into puddles around the pondπŸ˜•

A day later, upon surveying the damage, I found a big catfish gathering its energy in a small, shallow and by now, fast evaporating puddle of water.

I hurriedly called for help and started using a dust pan to hydrate the fish I had put into my pond many years back.

After much hydration and generous amounts of water it blinked! The gills moved gently. We picked it up and released it back into its beloved pond 😁

Happy Hydrangeas in Watercolour πŸ˜ŠπŸŽ¨

People travel to all sorts of exotic places and because of so much connectivity one finds oneself inundated with inspiration.

I save many images, some for their colour others for the subject…once in a while I bring out a photo stare at it for a while, relish the colours, the contrasts and the values… Then I put it away and rely solely on my impression of it to work in my sketch book.

I feel this gives me a sense of direction and also complete freedom to have a ‘selective’ memory 😊

SAGA OF THE SUCCULENTS πŸ˜

Bought some succulents planted in a mug from a fair in Delhi.

They were vibrant and beautiful, but within days, shed most of their leaves and many from the cluster perished.

I am now left with two mugs and the hardiest stragglers. They are not as decorative but they are alive.

Finally, we’ve come to an understanding…they want to live and I want to help them do so. We’ve worked together. They’ve guided me about the amount of water they need and which spot by the windowsill they prefer.

Between the two cups I’ve placed a thriving money plant, sort of like a motivational speaker, urging the succulents on to live and flourish… To be more positive and life-affirming as opposed to sad and morose 😊

It’s working!

#memories #sketchbook #asketchaday