El Zocalo © Erin Lau 2010
The Zócalo, or main plaza, in Oaxaca was peaceful and social in the days after the national Gubernatorial election of June 2010.The place was completely cleared of protesters and only a few stalls remained. It was back to the social life of lazy afternoons. They completely re-planted everything except the trees within two days, so it was an utter transformation. I wish I had also been able to sketch the protestors and their encampments, but I never got the chance.
Guanajuato © Erin Lau 2010
A view from the Plazuela San Fernando, in Guanajuato, Mexico. A town of winding streets, and colorful hillsides. We were only here for the day, so we will have to return as there were so many amazing views to capture in our sketchbooks.
Templo Santo Domingo, © Erin Lau 2010
After a couple months back in the States, I grew restless again, and decided to go on a trip with my boyfriend to Mexico for three weeks. We stayed in Oaxaca for the majority of our trip and made a point to draw almost everyday, outside of taking four hours of Spanish a day. We both drew this, the beautiful, looming Templo Santo Domingo in Oaxaca, Mexico. It was only a three minute walk down the block from our homestay, and we admired it everyday. We loved how, unlike other cathedrals we saw in Mexico, this one had a raw quality about it, with chiseled greenish blue cantera stone. The plaza before it was always lively with activity, hawkers, cultural events, teenagers socializing. The amazing Ethnobotanical garden within its cloister walls completed it.
I have opened an Etsy site in order to sell high quality Greeting Cards as well as Giclee Prints of select watercolors. The cards are blank inside and come in sets of 3 or 5, and come with envelopes. The prints are enlarged versions of the original watercolors and are printed on smooth watercolor paper. Please visit my Etsy site for more information: http://www.etsy.com/shop/paisagista
Cards for Sale!
Now that I’m back home from my travels I will be accepting commissions for watercolors and illustrations of your travel photos, memories or anything you would like turned into a painting or sketch. Here is a recent commission I received from someone who found my blog and wanted a memory of his trip to Vietnam, during which he lost his camera, except for some photos like the one the painting was based on.
Original Photo of Saigon at Sunset
Assi Ghat is the largest and Southern-most ghat along the main artery in Varanasi. It is also the most touristy, since many hotels and guesthouses are located in this area. But it doesn’t feel deprived of culture, there is still a daily puja ceremony in the evening, chai wallahs, men hanging out together, cultural drama productions in Hindi, and a few dhobis washing clothes. I went there this one evening with a friend from the academy, and sketched casually as we swatted away mosquitoes and moths. The sun was descending behind the city, and the Ganga was in shadow. I later painted my sketch, remembering a certain dusty rose hue that the city adorned at sunset, and a drab gray blue shade along the river bank.
At the Ralco cycle rickshaw stand, I watch the rickshaw wallahs come and go. When they have some spare minutes they stop to drink chai, or get their tires pumped. The older rickshaw drivers are incredible, with legs that are literally the size of my forearm, they routinely pedal whole families of four – and I think my arms are skinny. Most don’t fit their cycle very well, barely reaching the pedals with their stick legs, and straining so hard you think the chain will surely snap. But in India anything is possible, “Bharat me, sab kuch milega“. It is definitely only a viable industry in flat cities, something I thought about a lot, being from hilly Seattle. Despite the hardship on the drivers, it really is an efficient eco-friendly way to cart multiple people around. Not that we don’t have ‘pedicabs’ in the States, but they are pretty restricted to tourist areas. All I know is that if Seattle were flat, I would have a rickshaw. I bet they could become trendy in Portland.
View from Ganga Bank Guesthouse, Varanasi © Erin Lau 2010
It was Holi, the Hindu festival of colors, known for its raucous misadventures in covering people in liquid and powder color, but I had been spared. I had pretty much stayed in my room all day, because the people at the academy warned of such horrid misbehavior by drunk or drugged men (its mostly men out there) so it was pretty easy to avoid the color snipers on the roof and the ground color grenade throwers. At the same time, I kind of feel like I missed out on a really potentially fun festival. Nevertheless, I decided to go to the roof of the nearby Ganga Bank Guesthouse to soak up the colors of the evening sunset, and watch the city, sleepy from the daytime celebration, fall into shadow as the sun sank behind the temples and mosques.
My friends at the academy, Pat and Matt often both practiced on the roof. They were both studying sitar, but Matt also plays guitar, so they were playing around with a Raag they had learned. Interestingly, they are both from the Pacific Northwest, where I call home, and they were taking off from college to study in India. When they return they will be studying jazz, Pat on saxophone and Matt on guitar.
Saraswati, Goddess of Music and Learning © Erin Lau 2010
Saraswati is the Hindu goddess of the Creative Arts and Knowledge, plays the Vina, a South Indian instrument that predates the Sitar. The Vina symbolizes her perfection of all arts and sciences. She often is depicted seated on a lotus and accompanied by a swan or peacock.
Travel Drawn 