A quick update on a recent commissioned black & white pencil portrait.
My client’s dad is now almost 70… Well, I thought I saw a film-star when I first saw his much younger photo :).
Happy Drawing, everyone!
It’s been a while since I last fiddled with my Drawing Pen. So, I did one sketch last night of an interior I saw on a home furnishings catalog. No pencil sketch to start off with.. just kept on drawing. Here’s the crooked result:
Well, not too bad.. I suppose. heh.
Hey, I found an old pen drawing which I did in Year 1993. That’s 17 years ago! I was not even 20 years old yet. Yeah.. I did dream about being a Fashion Designer once upon a time. Actually, I wanted to do a lot of things with my Artistic skill. Whatever I’d be, I just wanted to make sure that I’ll be able to utilize this God’s gift. I guess, the safest bet was just to be… an Artist at large. God knows what’s best for me. And I’m thankful.
.. with a unique element in Malay culture.. the ‘washing-hand-pot’.
This is NOT the pot that we used to fill with drinking water. Instead, we filled it with plain pipe water to wash the hand before we eat.
Why do we do this?
So that.. when our guests are ready to eat the food we serve or have eaten the food we served, they don’t have to get up to the wash basin to wash their hands there. But if you use fork and spoon.. you don’t have to wash them with the pot, ok? Just leave them as you would normally do.
I went back to my village last week and saw this silver pot and suddenly, I realized that this tradition is slowly disappearing in the city. In modern homes, almost all dining halls have a nearby basin/sink for people to wash their hands. Sometimes, guests who do not use fork and spoon have to go to the kitchen or bedroom with attaching toilet to use it. Well, there’s nothing wrong with that.. (especially when it’s a good excuse for the guests to check out your new house – hehe). It’s just that I think the pot actually represents an essential part of our culture of welcoming guests to our home.
In many houses back in the village, people eat on the floor. The food will be served nicely on a piece of cloth, complete with drinks and all. So, it’s even more convenient to have the pot around when the guests need to wash their hands.
Perhaps for many Westerners, eating like this is quite uncomfortable. In addition, you have to use your fingers to eat rice or noodles! Definitely quite awkward for some of you to do so.. but don’t worry, we won’t laugh at you. It’s our tradition to respect our guests especially those who try hard to fit in! Well, when you eat on the floor with others, we will all feel even closer to each other, more at ease as everyone put his/ her guard down, everybody is seen as equal as no one is raised higher than another,.. and if you make a mess, it’s easier to clean it up.
The pot becomes the center of unity as everyone will use it to wash his/ her dirty hands as if washing away our wrong doings to each other after all these times.
I’d like to wish all of my Muslim friends all over the world.. HAPPY EID-UL FiTR. We’re so lucky to live in this century to witness how small the world has become with the existence of internet.. and ermmm.. aeroplanes and jets too!
Have a Blessed & Joyous One..
Checkout my other website to see what I have to say about the celebration :).
I’m quite inspired after Eid-ul Fitr.. especially because I went back to the State where I was born- Terengganu, Malaysia for the celebration. Even though it was a very short holiday.. I felt blessed with love and joy to have the opportunity being with my loving bee, wonderful in-laws and friendly relatives.
Hopefully, I will be more productive after this 😀
I’ve started seeing colors and sketches in my head now. Hmm.. so much to do.. so much ideas.. God willing, this will go on and on until I find something solid for my future solo exhibition.
Above is just a quick pencil color sketch of something I had in mind this morning… I would like to draw some batik elements.. perhaps because I kept seeing my mother in-law wearing one when I was in Terengganu which happened to be famous for its batik business too. My mom-in-law has tonnes of ’em in her antique cupboard. Really, a lot!
Anyway, enjoy your Hari Raya Aidilfitri (as we say, in Malaysia) and may Allah bless you, where ever you are.