After following an old lady and a monk as they did kora around Boudhanath stupa, I climbed the narrow staircase to the roof terrace of Saturday Café for a masala omelette and a bit of coffee. While I was sketching after my subjects, scurrying just steps behind them, I soon realised I had gathered my own handful of followers— the curious, who were wondering what on earth that foreign girl was doing. I was very pleased with the sketch, and decided whilst enjoying my breakfast,
to play around with the background. I wanted to capture a sense of the billowing monsoon clouds, to incorporate some gold from the stupa, and the deep blue pastel I bought specifically for this trip, as I feel that it reflects a certain state of mind and being.
This little cow was lying in the shade of the great stupa, so elegant and pitiful in its starving curves. I sketched it so quickly, I don’t think I captured the reality of its situation, but rather how I wished it could be, fat with health and happiness.
Old monk, old woman
Clockwise, circle the Stupa
The flicking of beads.
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