Burning Ghat. The image of the burning corpses in Varanasi, India, sticks to my mind. (see a few posts ago)
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The “Burning Ghat” of Varanasi (Benares), on the Ganges. The place where the Indians cremate their dead.
We stood on a balcony in the billowing smoke, only 3 meters above the burning corpses. I did not draw or photograph this on location, I considered that to be disrespectful for the dead. Instead I memorized the scene and drew this later that night in the hotel. Not difficult, not only can I recall the scene in every detail even now, I dreamt about it for days.
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Drawn in Varanasi (Benares) in India. Three forms of taxirides. The middle car is an Ambassador, based on a 50s British Austin Morris. It’s still in production, somehow they did better than the original British brands.
When I was drawing the curious taxidriver told me this one was 4 years old, had fuel injection, hydraulic brakes and power steering. I would never have guessed.
India, waterbufallo, as drawn in a small village near Khajoraho.
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Different doors in a village called Azadpura, somewhere in India. This was the high caste part of town, low caste lived on the other side of the main road. (castes are a rigid system of social classes in India)
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Agra trainstation in India; I drew this woman when waiting for the train. Unfortunately she did not approve, and clearly displeased she turned her back on me. Luckily I had taken a picture for reference, so I could finish it in the hotel later that evening…. More on http://www.renefijten.blogspot.com
India, Agra trainstation, drawn while waiting for our train. More on http://www.renefijten.blogspot.com/
The big white Taj Mahal is a great building to see, but not such a pleasure to draw. It’s just plain white. Period.
But it is surrounded by other colourful buildings like this red mosque, overlooking the river in the back of the Taj Mahal. On the horizon you can see the red fort, that’s where the maharadja (who built the Taj Mahal for his beloved wife) was imprisoned by his own son for the remainder of his life… with only a view to the landmark he initiated. But he was lucky, his son killed all the other sons and uncles… Those were the times.
Drawn on location. More on http://www.renefijten.blogspot.com/
India, quick sketch of camel transport, made during the busride from Jaipur to Agra. There were many of these.