Old monk, old woman
Clockwise, circle the Stupa
The flicking of beads.
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art / appetite / adventure
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
The Archive
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August
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- dreams realised
- hello, himalaya.
- ballpoint, gouache and coffee
- blue sky, green lake
- the road to pokhara
- a touch of yellow
- evaporation
- laughter, and the sound of wings
- clouds
- red, yellow and blue
- siennas, umbers and ochres
- bells, horns and footsteps
- into the clouds
- circle the stupa
- the turk in kathmandu
- colour bursts
- momo magic
- on the pages of my sketchbook
- a hundred tiny flames
- the people we meet
- namaste!
- ...and i drew
- the streets of kathmandu
- around swayambhunath
- past fear, into beauty
- the faces and eyes of patan
- shades of brick
- around boudha
- awakening into the surreal
- coming down the mountain
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August
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4 comments:
I'm enjoying this report from Nepal so much! (And I like the haiku.)
Thanks Beth!
i love the cows
Thank you Lila!
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