Watching Humphrey Bogart as I finished inking and coloring this. This is one "machine" from an astronomical observatory in the middle of New Delhi. It was built around 1700's by the Maharajah of Jaipur. I was on my way to a meeting near the Indian Parliament house. The largest democracy in the world debates and passes bills and legislature there. It rained suddenly and I waited under a Frangipani tree full of white blossoms. I stood and drew with a pencil and then inked the outline. Not too much smudging despite the rain. It was very gratifying to draw it there. You notice so much more than when just taking a picture.
“The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
Monday, August 27, 2012
High Sierra
Watching Humphrey Bogart as I finished inking and coloring this. This is one "machine" from an astronomical observatory in the middle of New Delhi. It was built around 1700's by the Maharajah of Jaipur. I was on my way to a meeting near the Indian Parliament house. The largest democracy in the world debates and passes bills and legislature there. It rained suddenly and I waited under a Frangipani tree full of white blossoms. I stood and drew with a pencil and then inked the outline. Not too much smudging despite the rain. It was very gratifying to draw it there. You notice so much more than when just taking a picture.