Asia | India | Indian Himalayas – Tsonda Mangwa – More Color
I painted two scenes of Tibet on Sunday, and sketched in the outlines of the new portrait Im going to do on the canvas. The Tibetan scenes were easily painted in acrylic on heavy sketch paper. I was feeling a bit guilty having such lovely art supplies and not using them.
Later, I was glad that I had finished two paintings because Ali brought me five of his own brushes, all different sizes. I showed him the little video I took of the children playing with the parachute. We laughed when the girl in hot pink suddenly realized she was on camera.
She had been rubbing her temples and looking a bit worse for wear. She turned aimlessly and saw me shooting pictures, and there was an immediate transformation. The dimples came out in full force. Her little hands pressed to her sides, and she stood at attention like a Tibetan Shirley Temple, waiting for her orders.
I had also filmed my pal from Amdo when his waterworks started. I found out today that the older girl who helped me comfort him is his sister. They dont look very much alike. Shes going to be a great beauty, with a kindly disposition to match. And he has the malleable face of a comic with big ears that stick out and that ever-running nose.
I worked on my resume all afternoon and tried to craft some kind of letter that would impress a New England private school. I gathered together a dozen good photos of the art room and some of the projects weve done. I went over my maps again and narrowed down the target to a circular area encompassing Great Barrington in the north, Wilkes Barre in the South and Woodstock in the West. I think the east might be around Kent. I still want to stay near the mountains, though.
The hard part is writing a good letter. First, I tend to be long-winded. Then I must keep to the subject and try not to be too formal on one hand, or too eccentric on the other. The idea is to grab the attention of an administrator who sees a hundred resumes a week. But there has to be some meat on the bones, too.
How I do hate fencing myself in on paper. Im hoping the photographs do the persuading for me. If this doesnt work, Im devising a backup plan to do some low-paid work at a local shelter or some other place where art therapy could be useful. Anyway, its a plan.
I wish I were as good at following directions as the children are. Yesterday, we had them make books. We gave them rather smallish rectangular pieces of paper. Holly pointed out that this is always good as it lets them focus and do really detailed work. She was right. The results were quite good. The concentration of these little mounds of children bent over their work was wonderful.
Today we did bright crayon coloring on heavy paper, and then covered the whole thing in black crayon. Then they took blunt scissors and scraped off the black to draw shapes and people and houses and the usual things they love to draw.
I kept telling them to use more color, to push harder, to make it bright. I always think I need to apply these same techniques to doing my resume.
As usual, there are events coming up that will be diverting. Lobsang Wangyal is sending me an invitation to his Tibetan Music Awards which will be held up at TIPA on Saturday.
The next day (Sunday) will be a celebration at TCV (Tibetan Childrens Village). There will be performances by the children singing, forming alphabetic letters with their bodies on the playing field, athletic competitions and finally, a big picnic. Lhamo, Ama Adhe, Holly and I are all going with the children from the refugee center. Its said that His Holinesses Dalai Lama and Karmapa usually attend, so that will be very special.
I had a DVD made of some of the footage that I shot at Tsurphu which I have not given to the Karmapa yet. It wasnt ready the day I delivered the pictures to him. I plan to get down to Gyuto Monastery just before I head out for Bombay, so that final weekend will be a good way to end the month here. Having things to do keeps me busy, and I dont have much time to worry about making the parachute jump. Anyway, when it comes time, Im sure someone will push me.