Postcards from Turkey
I packed light. Or at least I thought I did, until I met Ida (a fantastic woman and fellow sketch artist). Ever since joining forces for a couple of weeks wandering and painting Turkey together I have been shedding weight – from my pack at least – trying...
I Have A Museum Style
Those see-as-many-museums-as you-can-possibly-fit-into-2-days passes seem like a good deal at first glance. They are tempting, costing the equivalent of generally 2.5 to 3 entrance fees. I could easily see 3 museums in a couple of days, right? Wrong.
The Paris Chronicles: A glass half full
I am on the train, speeding my way to Luxembourg. My stay in Paris is over, at least the physical aspect is. The essence of Paris is likely to linger, coating, colouring the tangents of my thoughts for the next little while. ‘Did you like Paris?’ It’s complicated …
The Paris Chronicles: The sketch is in the details
Paris is full. There is not a square centimetre left empty. My eyes keep pulling in the details, packing sights, sounds, smells, impressions, random reactions into every crevice of my brain. And so, now my head is full.
