Another trip to Jogjakarta

The following sketches are of the return trip to Jogjakarta to pick up the kids from camp.

This is what greets you when you enter the Jogjakarta airport. They are called Niozo players. The Niozo is an instrument that makes an incredibly soothing tone. The sounds seem to just roll across air.

This was a bit unusual fro me. This is just one side of a HUGE chandelier that was being sold in the air port. Why they would sell a chandelier in an airport, I have no idea. The details looked like a challenge so I took them on.

This was a young man sleeping at the train station in Jogjakarta. He was surrounded by friends, but he looked like the most interesting to sketch. After I sketched him, his friends wanted to see. They then proceeded to wake Rizal and show him. He simply raised his head and gave me a thumbs up, then laid back down. One of the girls that was with them took some pictures of me and my friend then asked if she could have my pen I drew him with. I politely gave it to her. I had another one at home.

This is the five hour train ride home. This is Cliff and one of his daughters sleeping on him.

Trains, Planes and Automobiles...

Here are some sketches of a trip to a neighboring city, Jogyakarta. We started out driving two hours to the train station, then riding the train five hours to Jogyakarta, then driving thirty minutes to a camp site dropping off our kids, then driving to the airport and flying back to Surabaya then driving another two ours back to Malang.

We left at 4 a.m. and did not return until 10 p.m. We were exhausted. We have to make this same trip again this coming Saturday to pick up the kids.

The view from the plane window. It was a bumpy flight so excuse the really crooked lines.

Sorry about the book mark I forgot to remove before scanning.

The train station in Jogyakarta. I had to sketch this in about 10 mins or less. Our taxi had arrived.

My friend, Cliff, sleeping on the five hour train ride on the way to Jogja. The window is across the isle.

Doors to healing

Today, we had to take my wife to the Orthopedic Dr. to look at her toe she had broken while playing wall ball. This is also the same Dr. we took our oldest daughter to when she broke her arm while rollerblading.

I could not help but sketch these beautiful doors that lead to his exam room. This particular Hospital was built when the Dutch were here in Indonesia and it is fair to say that these doors are the originals. They stand an impressive ten feet or so and are solid wood.

Hand Study

This is my first attempt at drawing a hand with detail. Sort of like a study. This is my hand holding the sketch book.