I am like a monk, sitting in my room, reading Maxine Greene, drinking tea in the dinning area outside of my very low rooms, feeling like a Hobbit. the ceiling is 5 feet 8 and one half inches. The doorway is even lower.
Sujan
sent a blue clad ninja scooter driver named nitisha to take me around the town,
for the first time in Kathmandu or Patan I was given a helmet to wear. Believe
me, you want to have a helmet when you are on the back of a motorcylce in
Kathmandu. My driver is a graphic design student with good English skills, she took me to the Nepal Art Center where
there was a big exhibition going on of Nepalese artists, ranging from
traditional thanka painting to wood carving to folk arts to some abstract
painters.
the Nepalese Sabbath, it is Saturday, it is impossible to describe the colors and smells of the street, crowded with vendors selling bananas, vegetables, flowers, and offerings. The soft bells of the Hindu shrines chime, both near and far, as devotees light candles and put brightly covered pigment on the effigies of the gods. Stone lions and angels look on from ancient temples, eroded from time and earthquake, surrounded by bricks and sand and scaffolding, some crumbling, some crumbling and being restored. The women wear bright saris, spots of color as far down the dusty street as I can see. I stop to sit down to make a drawing and to watch the early morning everyday drama, infinitely changing and diverse. The streets are narrow, mostly packed dirt, sometimes smooth stones.
Took a cab around 6 am to Swayambunath, sometimes called the monkey temple, to walk up the steps, my first 15 minutes of actual exercise, but the air quality is so bad, including dust and smog that exercise probably does more harm than good, but I did a few drawings, went back to newa chen,
I met with each student, I think there was
about 12 of them, at how thoughtful and in some cases, well crafted their work
was. Many of them had themes connected to their family, their mothers, their
fathers. Many of them also had good
ideas about connecting their work to contemporary practices. Some of the work was very poignant in what
they were trying to do.
Sujan
sent a blue clad ninja scooter driver named nitisha to take me around the town,
for the first time in Kathmandu or Patan I was given a helmet to wear. Believe
me, you want to have a helmet when you are on the back of a motorcylce in
Kathmandu. My driver is a graphic design student with good English skills, she took me to the Nepal Art Center where
there was a big exhibition going on of Nepalese artists, ranging from
traditional thanka painting to wood carving to folk arts to some abstract
painters.the Nepalese Sabbath, it is Saturday, it is impossible to describe the colors and smells of the street, crowded with vendors selling bananas, vegetables, flowers, and offerings. The soft bells of the Hindu shrines chime, both near and far, as devotees light candles and put brightly covered pigment on the effigies of the gods. Stone lions and angels look on from ancient temples, eroded from time and earthquake, surrounded by bricks and sand and scaffolding, some crumbling, some crumbling and being restored. The women wear bright saris, spots of color as far down the dusty street as I can see. I stop to sit down to make a drawing and to watch the early morning everyday drama, infinitely changing and diverse. The streets are narrow, mostly packed dirt, sometimes smooth stones.
Took a cab around 6 am to Swayambunath, sometimes called the monkey temple, to walk up the steps, my first 15 minutes of actual exercise, but the air quality is so bad, including dust and smog that exercise probably does more harm than good, but I did a few drawings, went back to newa chen,
