There is something called a writer's block.
so, when I could not sketch for a whole day in the beautiful city of Kyoto, and the more effort I made, the squigglier, if there is such a word, the lines became, I began to wonder if there was something called the doodler's block.
The above shrine coming closest to what could be shown without getting ones' brains bashed in by discerning audience.
Brilliantly lit Asakusa, and its temple Sensoji kicked off the process. Rewarded myself with some top quality Ramen at Daimon street.
The shochu used to wash down the Japenese delicacies was top notch.
I remembered being famished at the previous doodler's block encountered.
This time around, I was fortified well.
Choicest Japanese finger food -Okay, it must have been chopstick food, but one cannot rely on them to ferry enough nourishment at regular frequency from the plate to the pallet, so substituted with fingers - was sampled, alongwith Indian, Italian and French fare.
Basho, the great Haiku poet from the land of the rising sun would have summed it up simply as
when you can't put pen to paper.
and, if you do, someone is going to puke reading it.
so, when I could not sketch for a whole day in the beautiful city of Kyoto, and the more effort I made, the squigglier, if there is such a word, the lines became, I began to wonder if there was something called the doodler's block.
The above shrine coming closest to what could be shown without getting ones' brains bashed in by discerning audience.
Thankfully, the next jaunt at the choatic ( compared to rest of Nihon) cosmopolis- the bewitching neon city of ill-repute, aka Tokyo, produced the goods.
Brilliantly lit Asakusa, and its temple Sensoji kicked off the process. Rewarded myself with some top quality Ramen at Daimon street.
The beer did not hurt either.
The environs around Tokyo Tower also were reassuring. Loved to see the juxtaposition of Mediveal Japanese shrines and gates and todays skyscrapers in Zen harmony.
The shochu used to wash down the Japenese delicacies was top notch.
and the fountain pen scratched well on the moleskines.
I remembered being famished at the previous doodler's block encountered.
This time around, I was fortified well.
Choicest Japanese finger food -Okay, it must have been chopstick food, but one cannot rely on them to ferry enough nourishment at regular frequency from the plate to the pallet, so substituted with fingers - was sampled, alongwith Indian, Italian and French fare.
Basho, the great Haiku poet from the land of the rising sun would have summed it up simply as
: Contentment leads to Composition.
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