Diseño: Herederos de Juan Palomo © de la presente edición: Blur Ediciones, S.L. © ilustraciones: Enrique Flores (www.4ojos.com) Edita: Blur Ediciones, S.L. Imprime: Brizzolis. arte en gráficas ISBN: 978-84-611-8018-9 Depósito legal: Este libro ha sido impreso en papel Cubiertas: Curious Metallics Cryogen White 240g de Arjowiggins Interior: Inuit Ultra Blanco Extremo 135g de Arjowiggins
The artist with a fever and half-broken glasses on his 36th birthday.
We love the little figures in the Warli paintings. ı Fan made of water and hay.
The view from the terrace of the Havali hotel, Mehrangarh Fort and part of Jodhpur.
This is Hanuman’s rickshaw; we rented it for four hours to see the enormous Hampi site. ı Seven O’clock in Udaipur. We recover from the journey watching the people working in the laundrettes in front of Mo Mandir.
View of the Ganges from our terrace.
Figures in the columns of the Srirangam temple.
The first time I see the Indian Ocean, Chowpatti beach in Mumbai is ruled by crows instead of seagulls.
I finally finish this unbecoming drawing of Sadashiva who is 6 metres tall and you can see three of the five faces (there is one higher up and another overlooking the rocks in the background)
Shy character. Pretty… on the columns of the Vitthala temple in Hampi. I begin the drawing on the last page of my notebook.
Ellora caves from temple 8 southwards.
Waiting quietly in a street in Myore while they offer opium and marihuana three times over.
The swipe of 1000, 2500, 3500 years (various versions) of the temple of Ekambaresvara. ı While I intend to eat my delicious “paper masala dosa” the phone of an Indian lady next to me rings, her ring tone is the “Aserejé” (a Spanish summer hit).
There are lots squirrels in the fort. ı Climbing up to the fort we met quite a few Rajasthanis from the countryside.
Street barber without seat.
Bus conductor and his pretty leather bag, they dress a muddy colour.
The busy beach of Candolim, in the background the oil tanker River Princess that is still here three years after the tide brought it in.
Museum, library and office of the director of excavations at Srirangapatnam.
I like the Indian tradition of letting the trees breath through the walls. In Spain they would have been cut long ago because they were in the way. This here is in front of the entrance to the Nehru Children’s Museumof Calcutta. It rains a lot so we seek refuge under the canopy of the entrance. ı There are still a few pretty houses left, like this one in Jalgaon. Between the sugar-cane liquor, the peanut and colonial architecture, it reminds me of Cuba –The lady of the house comes to see the drawing I’m making–.
Kovalam from our hotel. The Sumangali Tourist Home (Suni tells us that our room would cost 300 Indian Rupee, INR, in high season, now it’s a hundred).
Jama Masjid. Some children come outside and surround me, politely, while I draw these minarets.
Important decision: I send the finished notebook to Dori by EMS speed post. “Very fast and secure”, the civil servant in Coimbatore explains. I, just to make sure, am not convinced. I hope it arrives ok. (It costs INR 100). ı In Coimbatore we are hit, while waiting for a delayed train, by the first storm of mosquitos since we are in India. ı Fishermen who, although very skilful with their nets, catch preciously little on the beach of Cochin.
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de imprimir en octubre de 2007