“I don’t want to eat breakfast…”
Like I said, poor Orin had to fall ill within two days of the holiday. Just the usual viral fever. When he was sleeping, I was drawing, reading and moping for the lost holiday.
Here are some sketchnotes I made while listening to this On Being podcast with Maira Kalman and feeling thankful for small pleasures.
“To be under a tree with Maira Kalman and her talk on angst and ritual: bliss.”
Brief moments of watching the sea. Nature is such a miracle.
“The seasons and the years came and went…and day by day, hour by hour, with every beat of the pulse one lost more and more of one’s qualities and became less comprehensible to oneself, increasingly abstract.”
Extended solitude makes me write more: “Drawing is easy and lets me construct my own alternate version of reality. Because doesn’t everyone do that, only I do it in visuals. Sebald apparently started writing his beautiful immersive transporting prose where stories blur the lines between fact and fictions, events and the recounting of them, and the memories of events, because he wasn’t satisfied with academic historical writing or with current biographical prose. Drawing is easy; because like Maira Kalman says,
“Writing is too serious and angst-ridden.”
“Seeing, Hearing, Listening
When we see someone often we only see what we want to see, and what we think should be there. The eye joins the cognitive dots and sends the visual to the brain (??)
But drawing gives us a chance to really look at something, explore it with our eyes, see without bias.
It’s a bit like active listening, being open and then responding. Why do I enjoy drawing from memory? It is after all a reconstruction.”
And did I mention how much I love reading Sebald? His gothic prose saves me from my own melancholy every single time.
“It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed, and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last.”
So ironic in the context of this holiday.
Inspired by my ten years of inktales, I decided to religiously draw every day. Here are some drawings from a trip I took last week, flying from New Delhi to San Fransisco for work.
I took an Air India flight for the first time, and it wasn’t impressive. However my travel companions were really interesting to draw.
At the immigration counter in San Fransisco, my employer and the software that I work on, always turn out to be magic names, no credit to me 🙂
And the most surprising of all, the driver of the shuttle that I took from the airport was a native Aramaic speaker. It sounded like a beautiful language.
I was lucky enough to meet my friend Lekha – our trips overlapped by a few hours. By the fountains we caught up with our lives. Thank you America.