Over the last couple of weeks I've been taking rubbings from in and around Belo Horizonte.
I love the combination of my own drawing marks and the definite pattern that emerges from beneath. I feel a bit funny about doing them sometimes- in the middle of a busy foot path or a traffic island, but strange looks don't hurt and I never regret getting one.
I find the back of the paper almost as equally interesting, the way it maintains the impression of the place so directly.
Rubbing up against the etched in graffiti of a monumental portuguese baroque church in Ouro Preto, just out of Belo Horizonte