Here is another drawing from my travel sketchbook. For this trip I am going to bring only one pinhole camera: my trusty Terrapin Bijou. The size is perfect for travel and I love the economy of 6 x 4.5. I am honestly probably bringing too much film with me. I am doubting I will go through all of those rolls. But you never know!
I am very excited about that quick release thing that you see in the drawing. It means I can shoot landscape on my mini tripod!
I’ve got a kind of renewed interest in cooking ever since I joined Blue Apron. I My husband often works late so I will come home from work to an empty house and cook one of their dinners. It has become a really nice, mindful, thing to do. I don’t listen to music or do anything else, just focus on the task at hand. I’ve really enjoyed this quiet time to myself. And, to plug Blue Apron for a moment, I have loved being introduced to ingredients and recipes I never would have thought of. You don’t get to choose what you get each week, aside from choosing whether or not you want vegetarian boxes. I really, really, like this about the service. I don’t have to think about anything and pretty much everything I make has been great. There have been maybe 1 or 2 duds, but even those were not terrible. Even my very picky husband approves!
Anyway, this past week I made a lentil bolognese. While my sauce was simmering I sketched my dinner. It was a nice way to pass the time.
You can see more sketches at Gotta Sketch That Itch.
I’ve been in a major drawing slump and haven’t picked up a pencil in days and it’s made me sad. So today I searched for things I can do to get out of my slump. One suggestion was to give an entire sketchbook a theme. As luck would have it, I’m starting a new sketchbook. So my theme for this sketchbook is “Things In My House.” I think I will also focus pencil and watercolor. Though, after drawing this, I feel like it might have benefited from ink.
Song Of The Grass Roof Hermitage
I’ve built a grass hut where there’s nothing of value.
After eating, I relax and enjoy a nap.
When it was completed, fresh weeds appeared.
Now it’s been lived in – covered by weeds.
The person in the hut lives here calmly,
Not stuck to inside, outside, or in between.
Places worldly people live, he doesn’t live.
Realms worldly people love, he doesn’t love.
Though the hut is small, it includes the entire world.
In ten square feet, an old man illumines forms and their nature.
A Great Vehicle bodhisattva trusts without doubt.
The middling or lowly can’t help wondering;
Will this hut perish or not?
Perishable or not, the original master is present,
not dwelling south or north, east or west.
Firmly based on steadiness, it can’t be surpassed.
A shining window below the green pines —
Jade palaces or vermilion towers can’t compare with it.
Just sitting with head covered, all things are at rest.
Thus, this mountain monk doesn’t understand at all.
Living here he no longer works to get free.
Who would proudly arrange seats, trying to entice guests?z
Turn around the light to shine within, then just return.
The vast inconceivable source can’t be faced or turned away from.
Meet the ancestral teachers, be familiar with their instruction,
Bind grasses to build a hut, and don’t give up.
Let go of hundreds of years and relax completely.
Open your hands and walk, innocent.
Thousands of words, myriad interpretations,
Are only to free you from obstructions.
If you want to know the undying person in the hut,
Don’t separate from this skin bag here and now.
–By Shitou Xiqian