bus tickets

Today I went through my journal from my India trip and decided to scan some of my sketches I had made while traveling. I realized one of the most amazingly striking pages in my whole journal was one that I never really intended to be art.

Every morning I would take the 202 city bus to work. For four rupees I would get a small little ticket stub--a scrap piece of paper the bus owner had stamped a ticket number on. Everyday was a different ticket. After purchasing a glue stick at the market, these little bits of paper quickly became my daily craft project. So many colors. So very India.