Meet the Correspondent: Omar Jaramillo > Berlin$show=/search/label/Omar%20Jaramillo

"I was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador, where I studied architecture. I moved to Kassel (Germany) in 1999 to accomplish a master degree. Although I have always drawn and paint, it was not until I started studying in the Uni-Kassel, that I started keeping a travel sketchbook. I had a teacher there who used to do a lot of sketches when he travelled on university excursions. When he retired, I helped to organize an exhibition of his sketches. He brought a huge box full of sketchbooks he had filled since he was an architecture student. I spent a whole day selecting the most interesting drawings. It was a wonderful experience that opened my eyes to a new world. In the last 10 years I have the feeling of being in a long journey. I like to discover the cities where I live, to understand why a place is the way it is and what makes it different and unique from others. Drawing is for me a way to learn to love a place, to become part of it. I like to draw architecture but I am more attracted to urban scenery, portraying how people live in the city. Since I’m a foreigner, everything that locals find normal and taken-for-granted, for me is exotic. I always carry a small watercolor travel set from Windsor and Newton and my sketchbook in my bag. I always thought that drawing was a solitary experience until I found Urban Sketchers. It was amazing to find so many people doing the same thing. It is a great place to share!" • Omar's blog. • Omar's art on flickr. • Omar's website.

Meet the Correspondent: Luis Ruiz > Malaga, Spain$show=/search/label/Luis%20Ruiz

Heart Of Brightness

Our first morning was bright and sunny, which is what seems to happen everyday in Cambodia. The first thing we wanted to do was go to Angkor Wat. We got ourselves a guide as most everyone does and headed off with our driver. Along the road you quickly realize you are in another land. Everyone is on bicycles and scooters. A few scooters went by us, with what appeared to be giant wings. As I got closer I realized they weren't wings but huge pigs that had been freshly gutted. They were tied to long poles and being driven to the butcher on these tiny scooters. A few guys were driving along with as many as three enormous pigs tied to their seat. We entered Angkor through the back door. Our guide said it was better to see with the sun to our backs. We strolled through the jungle past a cow grazing and in through the steps of the old gate crumbling in the jungle. I could hear a loud siren wailing or the sound of some type of drilling equipment. Our guide said it was the sound of the locusts. No shit, what the hell type of locusts were these? Did they have tiny loud speakers? Wat does not disappoint. It's as great as the photos you see of it.



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