Hello!
In December me and my family went to Udaipur. Me and mommy were usually shopping or taking an art class. Daddy and Sloan spent most of the time in the hotel watching TV.
The first art class we took was miniature painting-it was terrible. The people at the lesson explained about the materials we would use. The paint brushes were made from squirrel fur-which kind of freaked me out-but they said they didn’t hurt them, they just got some of their fur. The art teacher said it was good for painting ‘fine’ lines. The paints were made out of crushed, colorful rocks and glues. You could also write with the rocks.
Mommy and I each got a piece of paper and an elephant that someone else drew, we were supposed to draw one like it. When I was ready to draw my elephant’s head I realized that I didn’t leave enough room for it and the guy watching me (no, I didn’t make a mistake, he was watching me-not teaching me!) realized it too. This ‘teacher’ took my drawing from me and changed it and then gave it to an artist who erased my whole elephant and drew another one that didn’t look anything like mine. I told mommy and she told them to stop, that we wanted to draw, not them! I think that guy just wanted to show off, but he said “no good” and gave it back to me. I had to redraw my elephant’s body. This was just the first part, drawing the outline of the elephant with a pencil.
Next we had to go over the pencil lines with black paint, then erase the pencil lines. Then we painted in the different parts of the elephant and finally painted in the details. We were there for hours.
We left that ‘lesson’ and went shopping for jewelry, which was everywhere. We saw a man on the old cobblestone street selling sculptures of Ganesh (the Indian god with a elephant’s head) that he made. We asked if he could teach us how to do it and he said sure. The next morning we walked around the narrow, crowded streets looking for our sculpture but couldn’t find him. We met a dude who Sloan and Daddy had already met yesterday. He followed us around asking me questions and saying stuff about the shops we were stopping at. We gave up looking for the sculpture person and we met another one. She said we could do it in two hours. Meanwhile we sat outside the shop with the loco dude singing “Buffalo solider”. Then he did a guitar solo that wasn’t even in the song. Let’s just put it this way: He was annoying!!!
To get away from him we sat inside the City Palace ticket booth. We were there for awhile. A school of kids came and they were all looking at me. Some of the girls were waving and some were just looking. All the boys were just staring. While we were buying postcards some of the kids from the school asked Mommy for her autograph and address. She only gave them her name and email address.
It was finally time for the class. We walked over trying to avoid the loco dude. When we got there, the lady was waiting with her baby and they had a huge rock in front of them. She gave us a saw with spikes on both ends to cut the rock in half. It took a long time to cut it. Mommy found a baby sock to put on the end of the saw which made it easier. After we cut it in half, we took one of the halves and cut a chunk out of that. We took a metal stick and a skinny smooth brick and we chipped at the stone. The woman
drew a design on the stone so we knew where to chip. We chipped for a long time until the statue looked somewhat like an elephant. She gave us sandpaper and we rubbed the elephant until the class was over. There was always someone from the street watching us. We met a family from Israel, a big man in overalls with curly hair covering his face, a Jewish girl from South Africa, and a million Indians that came to stare. Sloan and Daddy came as we were finishing up. Mommy made me and Sloan make a sign for the lady that said “sculpting lessons”. That’s all for now.
Hailey
copyright 2009
The first art class we took was miniature painting-it was terrible. The people at the lesson explained about the materials we would use. The paint brushes were made from squirrel fur-which kind of freaked me out-but they said they didn’t hurt them, they just got some of their fur. The art teacher said it was good for painting ‘fine’ lines. The paints were made out of crushed, colorful rocks and glues. You could also write with the rocks.
Mommy and I each got a piece of paper and an elephant that someone else drew, we were supposed to draw one like it. When I was ready to draw my elephant’s head I realized that I didn’t leave enough room for it and the guy watching me (no, I didn’t make a mistake, he was watching me-not teaching me!) realized it too. This ‘teacher’ took my drawing from me and changed it and then gave it to an artist who erased my whole elephant and drew another one that didn’t look anything like mine. I told mommy and she told them to stop, that we wanted to draw, not them! I think that guy just wanted to show off, but he said “no good” and gave it back to me. I had to redraw my elephant’s body. This was just the first part, drawing the outline of the elephant with a pencil.
Next we had to go over the pencil lines with black paint, then erase the pencil lines. Then we painted in the different parts of the elephant and finally painted in the details. We were there for hours.
We left that ‘lesson’ and went shopping for jewelry, which was everywhere. We saw a man on the old cobblestone street selling sculptures of Ganesh (the Indian god with a elephant’s head) that he made. We asked if he could teach us how to do it and he said sure. The next morning we walked around the narrow, crowded streets looking for our sculpture but couldn’t find him. We met a dude who Sloan and Daddy had already met yesterday. He followed us around asking me questions and saying stuff about the shops we were stopping at. We gave up looking for the sculpture person and we met another one. She said we could do it in two hours. Meanwhile we sat outside the shop with the loco dude singing “Buffalo solider”. Then he did a guitar solo that wasn’t even in the song. Let’s just put it this way: He was annoying!!!
To get away from him we sat inside the City Palace ticket booth. We were there for awhile. A school of kids came and they were all looking at me. Some of the girls were waving and some were just looking. All the boys were just staring. While we were buying postcards some of the kids from the school asked Mommy for her autograph and address. She only gave them her name and email address.
It was finally time for the class. We walked over trying to avoid the loco dude. When we got there, the lady was waiting with her baby and they had a huge rock in front of them. She gave us a saw with spikes on both ends to cut the rock in half. It took a long time to cut it. Mommy found a baby sock to put on the end of the saw which made it easier. After we cut it in half, we took one of the halves and cut a chunk out of that. We took a metal stick and a skinny smooth brick and we chipped at the stone. The woman
drew a design on the stone so we knew where to chip. We chipped for a long time until the statue looked somewhat like an elephant. She gave us sandpaper and we rubbed the elephant until the class was over. There was always someone from the street watching us. We met a family from Israel, a big man in overalls with curly hair covering his face, a Jewish girl from South Africa, and a million Indians that came to stare. Sloan and Daddy came as we were finishing up. Mommy made me and Sloan make a sign for the lady that said “sculpting lessons”. That’s all for now.
Hailey
copyright 2009
1 comment:
Hi Hailey:
Sounds like you are all becoming celebrities! Autographs, emails, being followed around endlessly....
Please post pictures of your Ganesh (he is one of my favorite Gods) and the sign you and Slaon made for the sculptor class.
I would love to see them.
Seems like jewelry shopping is a repeat activity - lucky girl!!!!
On to the next adventure I guess...
Best to all the Cherrys XO Charna
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