I carry atleast two sketchbooks with me. A large 9×12 inch Stillman & Birn Beta sketchbook and a smaller Alpha one. The little one is for quick sketches, 5 minute or less sketches, mostly. The sort of sketches I won’t make if I don’t have a small book. Or if I’m too lazy to pull out my pen. But the sort of drawings that end up meaning a lot to me when I look flip through my books after a trip.
Like this one of Taco.
Or this little ‘stilllife’ on the side of the street that caught my attention. A scooter and a sign that announces that lunch is ready. I drove a little red scooter like that when I lived in Bangalore, which was a very, very long time ago.
This one captures a stance I am fascinated by, and see often: The left hand that remains raised like a flag through the whole process of eating a meal off a thali. Also, Bhaujichi Khanaval in Kudal has the best seafood.
My mom, cooking in the morning. Even when a sketch turns up strange and awkward, it has a place in my sketchbook. This one records two daily rituals in my mom’s home: Setting up the stuff that’s to be pressure-cooked for the day, and soaking ratambe .
My parents. For once, sitting down. This one is a full spread in my Alpha book. Besides my folks, this sketch records a wood-and-brass bowl that’s been around home ever since I can remember.
Pedicure time. A good time to sketch.
Sister-parks-car-to-run-across-the-street-to-get-something. That sort of quick sketch. The good thing is, anywhere I am, there is no dearth of stuff to draw.
Quick sketch of the ocean before the last light fades.
Lorries aka trucks. Always colorfully painted.
Little shrine by the roadside: Well-adorned Ganesha, sleeping dog, loitering men. A roadside cliche.
Small sketches, big memories. And a good reminder to keep a sketchbook handy, always.