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Travel Sketch: India

Truly, you don’t have to be an artist to sketch your travels. The point is not to create great art (obviously, in my case) but to look and to see in a new way, and then to have a souvenir that is way better than a t-shirt. Here’s mine from […]

Truly, you don’t have to be an artist to sketch your travels. The point is not to create great art (obviously, in my case) but to look and to see in a new way, and then to have a souvenir that is way better than a t-shirt. Here’s mine from a recent trip to India. A bunch of scribbles, really, but it gives me such joy. There is something about looking at them that evokes the scene, the feeling, the memory, in a way that a photograph does not.

So grab a sketchbook and a pen, and maybe a little watercolor set, and come along. 

Lower your expectations. Or better yet, banish them. Sometimes all you have time for is a few lines, as with this attenuated take on I can’t remember what government building in Delhi. It is most always hazy and cloudy in Delhi, a combination of pollution and fog. Or pollution and pollution.

I usually do the drawings, and when I’m sitting around or on the plane or something, splash a bit of color on.

Government building in Delhi

Sometimes you scratch out a quick impression of a complicated scene. And yet looking at the pages below brings me right back to that hectic rabbit warren of houses, shops, stalls, and electrical wires that is old Delhi. Here we had ducked into this calm alcove of houses, with a tiny Jain temple at the end. I also like to make notes of interesting facts, impressions, names, dates… if only I could read them…

Rickshaw in old Delhi

Other times you have a bit more time to be with your subject, as I was with a sculpture of Gandhi. The Ghandi Museum (with a new gift shop!) is in the house and grounds of the private home where the great leader spent his last days under the hopefully protective wing of a friend. But alas. Ghandi was assassinated here, shot at point blank as he stood speaking to visitors during his daily afternoon walk in the garden. The museum is small but well done. Go there in a meditative mood, if you can manage it after the dizzying Delhi traffic.

Mahatma Ghandi

If memory serves, a pressing spa appointment kept me from visiting the Emperor Humayun’s tomb, but I wanted to draw it, so I sketched it from my sister’s photo. Travel sketchbooks do not necessarily require actual travel.

Humayun’s Tomb at left. A woman making rotis for the Sikh Temple kitchen in Delhi.

Of all the impressive sites in Delhi, the one that may have impressed us most was the community kitchen at the Sikh Temple. Staffed and run by volunteers, the kitchen prepares three meals a day, plus tea(!), for whomever comes. They serve the poor, yes, but not exclusively. It is a gathering place for neighbors and friends to gossip and find wives for their sons, and yes, arranged marriages are still very much a part of the culture. (And honestly, after hearing them talk about it, you start to think it’s not so bad.) The diners gather in a large open room and sit in long rows on the floor. The day we visited a fellow did a call-and-response singing prayer thing, which we learned was completely spontaneous, which tickled us. Imagine being in an a Cracker Barrel and someone jumped up to lead everyone in a chorus of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. Okay Cracker Barrel was so random.

The Amber Fort, Jaipur

In Jaipur we visited the Amber Fort, which to be honest I could have done in an hour. It was a Sunday and a holiday and the traffic, oy. It cut waaaay into the shopping time. We did, however, see a genuine snake charmer on the road along the way, which while totally culturally sterotype-y etc., was cool to see. There’s a photo of him and lots of other India photos on my Instagram. The Amber Fort was also where we lost His Grace, which did not suit him or us.

Elephants and camels at the Maharaja’s palace in Jaipur, where we had lunch with the M himself.

I said I was not going to do the elephant riding thing. I love elephants, and that is not a political statement. Something about domesticating these magnificent beasts bothers me. But then again something about riding an elephant was irresistible. So much for noble intents.  For the record, though, we were told once the current generation of “tamed” elephants is retired, there will be no more. One of the many absolutely astonishing things about India is that you can see a Ferrari and an elephant pull up to a stoplight, while a camel pulls a cart past a vegetarian McDonald’s.

The Taj Mahal

The Taj Mahal is I am here to tell you every bit what it is cracked up to be. And the story behind it, oh my heavens. Yes it is romantic that he built it as a tomb to his beloved, but this Shah Jahan guy was also a ruthless bastard who did things like cut off the hands of artisans who built it so they could not build another. Oh, and later he cut off the head of his brother and sent it to his father, whom he had imprisoned. A real sweetheart. But this building, in the misty morning we visited, is other-worldly.

Waiting for the train

I did not mention that part of our trip was by train. That is because the train, the Maharaja’s Express, which was supposed to be so elegant and all, was not. I will say it was a good way to cover a lot of ground in a short time, and the food was good, and the staff were eager to please. But it was not worth what the cost, period. Before our trip I hadn’t known anyone who had taken it. Hello, there is usually a reason for that, and the reason is it sucks. And it did not suit His Grace one bit. But before you get out your violin, the rest of the trip was very swish. 

A rare (and messy) “Dancing Ganesh” (left) and the Lakshmana Temple in Khajuraho.

Khajuraho is a small town that is home to an extraordinary group of monuments built by the Jains from the 10th to 12th centuries, predating even 12th century Angkor Wat. This is the place where they have all the sculptures and friezes depicting the Kama Sutra, yes that one. Our guide said, “If you have any questions, don’t ask them.” I found Indians in general to have marvelous and endearing senses of humor.

Two of the world’s largest chandeliers, each 42 feet high and weighing 3.5 tons, in the Maharaja’s Jai Vilas Palace in Gwalior.

OMG these chandeliers in the Maharaja’s palace in Gwalior. The guide said they were the largest in the world. Certainly they must have been when they were installed in the late 19th century. (Take that, Versailles!) But the wildest part is that to test the strength of the roof before installing them–because you would not want these babies to go Phantom-of-the-Opera on you–they put eight elephants on the roof. A ramp one kilometer long was built up to the roof, and the elephants marched up one by one and stayed a week. There’s a joke in there somewhere…

They say India is a place of extremes. An understatement.

The Monsoon Palace in Udaipur.

I loved Udaipur and the lakes. And the palaces. The Monsoon Palace is so-called because it is high atop a mountain, and the clouds go through it. All the furniture is waterproof. No I made that up.

Jawai

For a change of pace and a break from the hectic cities, we spent a night in a tented camp in Jawai, at the desert’s edge. I changed the pace of my sketching too, opting for a pencil drawing with a bit of watercolor wash. I normally draw in pen because it doesn’t smudge. Pen also sort of forces you to commit, for better or worse, because you can’t erase.

Jawai

There are leopards in Jawai, and we were lucky to spy a mama and two cubs, high in the rocks at dusk as they were coming out to hunt. Or Mama was would hunt. The cubs would probably just goof off. Especially if they were boys. KIDDING, I’m kidding. Sort of. Okay not really.

A Rebari shepherd in Jawai.

Turbans, practical as protection from the heat and any number of functions when unwrapped to their several meters’ length, were once universally worn by men in India. You could tell which region someone was from by the turban he wore. Encroaching adoption of Western dress has diminished the custom (except among the Sikhs), making the bright red turbans worn by the Rebari shepherds around Jawai all the more distinctive. I was dying for one. A turban, not a shepherd.

The ca-razy fabulous Clocktower Market of Jodhpur.

Jodhpur, with its magnificent fort and sea of blue houses, was our last stop. This drawing of the Clocktower Market is from my imagination. It doesn’t quite look like this, but this is the idea of it. An ocean of umbrellas and entrepreneurs  selling everything from saris to bangles to spices to salt. Motor-scooters and rickshaws rocket back and forth through impossibly narrow alleyways, and you feel like you’re in a video game. One day, on the curb surrounding the tower, sat a man sewing. People brought him clothes to mend and pieces to sew, and that’s what he did, all day. That’s him in the bottom right corner, in ochre.

Now one thing I should warn you about sketching in public is that sometimes you sit down to draw instead of visiting (another) mosque, and the entire pipsqueak judo team from Uttar Pradesh wants to say hello and take selfies.

The Uttar Pradesh school judo team, and me, Picasso-not.

That would never have happened if I hadn’t been sitting there drawing, and that is part of the fun.

Lots more photos on my Instagram a few weeks back.

Namaste, Fran-casso

 

 

 

 

36 Comments

  1. Fabulous and wonderful! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

  2. Lynn Ziglar

    Frances,
    Dick and I spent 3 weeks in India and Nepal in 1974 with Becky and Walker Rucker from Greensboro. By the way the Ruckers were good friends of your mother. Coral Bay regulars.
    Am loving your sketchbook and hoping you will publish it. My travelogue is without illustration as I cannot draw stick figures. We have 3000 photographs.
    We too loved Udaipur and Dick loved the lakeside laundresses who were bare top beating the wet clothing almost more than the posh Lake Palace Hotel.
    Xo, Lynn and Dick too

  3. Love this Frances

  4. Frances, these are so CHARMING and your narrative even more so! Thank you for sharing and letting us live vacariously!✈️

  5. Really fun seeing your travels and I love your artwork. It’s such a gift that you can capture these little snippets in a quick sketch, defenitely more meaningful than a photograph. See you soon Frances. XO

  6. Susan Mace

    We are literally on our way home from six amazing weeks in India.. reliving it all through your wonderful sketches and spot on commentary as I struggle with jet lag! I will look for future posts to see how you use the treasures from Jaipur in your creative, entertaining life. Thank you!

  7. Delightful journal!!! and like you I am just back from a month in India and Sri Lanka…When friends ask what was it like…my only answer is that EVERYTHING is different! and stimulating! I will post my concertina journal on Instagram shortly…janeinnewyork is my Instagram name.

    • Isn’t it amazing?! I love hearing of your travels. Will look for the concertina journal, sounds great. Thank you for sharing, Jane!
      Kind regards, and thanks, Frances

  8. Nina Richter

    I’m am always blown away by your talent. Your drawings made me feel like I was right there with you. Xx

  9. Linda Dabney

    Charming Frances, both your sketchbook and your comments. India is definately on my bucket list, my grandmother adored it.
    Your sketches are so fresh and spontaneous, wish I had the courage to try my hand, but my perfectionist brain struggles.
    Thank you for this vicarious travelog, you are very talented at journaling.
    Headed back to Porto Ercole this June..
    Hugs, Linda Dabney

  10. I’m also staring at the edges of your sketchbook which appear to be Indian textile – a lovely keepsake indeed. India’s one of my favorite place in the world…an artists dream…a visual kaleidoscope of saturated color. And the shopping! My heart be still. I’m off to your Instagram to see what other treasures you discovered. Namaste.

    • Good eye, Miss Donna. I usually use a Moleskin or similar sketchbook, but we were given these beautiful silk-covered handmade booklets with lovely textured paper, and that seemed the better option. And yes, I thought many times how amazing it would be to go there exclusively to paint. (And shop of course 😉
      Best to you, and thank you for writing, Frances

  11. Maureen Mulvany

    You clearly are an artist of all things.

  12. Lourdes Gautier

    Dear Frances,
    Thank you for sharing these lovely sketches and the on spot commentary of your trip. I was in Delhi at the end of October/beginning of November for a wedding and loved reliving the experience through your drawings. Yes the Taj did not disappoint and Old Delhi is an experience not to be missed. I see the genesis of a wonderful travel log waiting to be published. So happy that Billy recommended I follow your blog!

  13. Beautiful! Did you get to Varanasi, Frances? A friend of mine has always done travel sketchbooks and a few years ago in Italy, she was in a cab at a stoplight and a biker swerved up next to her open window reached in and grabbed, not the pocketbook he expected, but her sketchbook. And then was gone. They would both have preferred if he’d gotten her cash.

    • Thank you, Peggy, did indeed get to Varanasi and wow–it is all of India, the whole story. But oh my heavens, what an awful thing to have befallen your friend. He will have his karma to answer to…

  14. Oma Dell and

    These are wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing them with us. H you had such a great trip.

  15. Marilyn Holland

    Dear Frances: Just adore your drawings! So glad you are sharing with the rest of us.

  16. Love the whole post, but the seriously, the watercolors are fabulous!

  17. Carol M. Taylor

    What a treat to travel through India with you through your drawings and dialogue. Thank you for this treat today! You are such a gifted lady!

  18. Your travel drawings are so enchanting! They give you so much more sense of place and feel than standard photos. It was so nice to have the opportunity to sit next to you at the Francisca Club in San Francisco. You had just returned from India and were eager to share some stories. I also love the photos of your travels that you posted on Instagram.

  19. MA Sullivan

    I love your posts and sketches washed with watercolours. Absolutely beautiful…like you.
    much love,
    MA

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