And suddenly, it came— those thousands of dots of ink, the lines frantically scratched with pencil under a cloud of tear gas, the washes of colour laid onto paper in the heat of a Mesopotamian sun— the opening night of the Carnets de Voyages exhibition. I was overwhelmed by a funny mix of joy, excitement, nerves, and disbelief. The crowd came in, and I struggled to find the words to explain my drawings, but fortunately I was introduced to a lovely translator who freed me from jumbling everything up with my clumsy French.
You can see my ink drawings on the walls above, with both my sketchbooks and Pedro's in the plexiglass cases on the tables below. There was even an iPad rigged to one of the tables for swiping through our books...
And how wonderful to show our sketches beside the beautiful work of Christophe Pons, Frédéric Rudant, and Maya Andersson:
The last three photos were taken by Pierre— merci Pierre.
Et merci Martine!
6 comments:
Sorry to gush again, but I got goosebumps reading this post :)
Aw, thank you!
:)
Bravo! Thanks for posting pics from the show. I've been curious about the Carnets de Voyage program for a few years now. They do a great job!
Thank you Rob!
This was not part of a Carnets de Voyages program, but rather an exhibition of travel sketches specifically from the Middle East, Turkey, and North Africa (it was in connection with an exhibition on Orientalism at a local art museum).
I think you might be referring to the one in Clermont-Ferrand? I hope to go to that one— I have heard wonderful things about it, and seen some amazing photos. One day!
Congratulations your contributions to the exhibition look amazing!
Thank you very much, Sue!
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