India. Traveling out of Delhi we move in a stream of traffic. Our speed is slower than others on the road because there are new legislated speed limits for passenger buses and trucks, so we are passed by a ribbon of bikes and tuk tuks, hand on horn and a speed way attitude. Our driver is practiced at not coming to a screaming halt as a motor bike overtakes us and seemingly pulls in far too sharp, Well I’m putting my foot on the brake from the seat behind him. I’ll keep us safe. Like most large cities the sides of the roads are decorated with advertising, but even that is interesting, because now and then there is a huge picture of an elephants and I even saw a sign with a heard of water buffaloes that appearing fleetingly as we passed. The road signs are in English and Hindi and the advertising is all in English making this part of this trip to Agra a normal city departure. We are stared at by the locals …
Day one of our Indian Textile tour. Take 12 people from 4 different countries who know little about each other. Put them on a plane to travel for 24 hours (or a little less) and they come together to create a memory in a country far from their home. The feeling is carried forever, the experiences are exceptional and many years of thoughts of the past are intensified with the images you carry in your heart and your hand. I don’t always give my memory the chore of storing the amazing things I see and do, I rely on my images. I know how to take a good picture, I’ve been practicing all my life, but if you don’t have the image experiences that I have, you can still learn to take a soul stirring picture to remind you of those wonderful moments. That’s part of this happening. Early morning and the sun glowed orange and we took advantage of the cooler part of the day to visit India gate. India Gate is a memorial …
Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India. For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our tools to work with in the markets of Old Delhi.
Down cobblestone streets full of color and noise. The temperature is in the high 70’s and the air is clean. The streets are full of people, I’m sad to see so many children working on the street selling things. My Pollyanna persona hopes that they go to school later or earlier in the day. Many women still wear traditional dress, and the color combination is astounding. I learn so much about color from just observing. There is often music in the air and the smell of coffee emanating from the little boutique shops is tantalizing. That said I’m not diminishing the fact that the wages are very low here and for many people life is hard. I hope you don’t mind my perspective of what I see. Just walking, fountains and feathers. The beautiful Chicken buses. The local market. Huipils. A huge warehouse full of surprises. I visit it every day to see what new goodies have arrived from the countryside. And then there are the churches.
Adelaide, South Australia, has been my home city for the past 60 years and it still retains a colonial direction which has successfully blended with modernism. All over the city are small pockets of the past blended with the flamboyance of the new and I embrace it all with enthusiasm. A few days ago, I took the trusty camera and wandered with friends capturing the ambience of the street. But turn the corner and venture in to Rundle Street, one is transported into the present with a street lined with Restaurants and I presume this door is the gateway to a Nightclub, now silent and a little worse for wear in the daylight hours. Walk the lanes off the main street and there is a riot of colour on the walls
The sounds, the colors, the smells and the variety of goods that you can buy just makes a Textile Artists head spin.
Words and images of a day in a small Mexican village.
I decided just to add the photos of the tools of the artists I have visited. Everything is beautiful, from a bucket of bolts to a piece of metal hanging in a turquoise
wall. I hope these images are an inspiration for you,
I put on another jacket today. One of a tour escort, so this morning was spent going over the paperwork and checking, checking and double checking the paperwork. I was still tired but forced myself to go out and walk… I’m very familiar with this area of Mexico City and it was wonderful to loose myself in the mysteries of a busy Sunday afternoon. I watched ballet on a big screen, wandered through small markets in the park and just observed the throng of people.
I write this in the bus as we drive to the Doha coffee plantation.
8 ladies in the bus.
I’ve been up since 3.30, catching up on paperwork… mainly for the next trip to Mexico. I’m sure that will be another adventure indeed.