I don’t paint often when I’m travelling. Being pressed for time—or, more often, sheer laziness/the social media sinkhole—gets in the way. But when I do make the time, I find that it intensifies the experience. There’s something about capturing a place you’re passing through in the pages of a sketchbook that feels both personal and indelible.
This historic city—bustling, sublime and chaotic all at once—is one of my favourite places to visit. Each neighbourhood contains a world of its own; its inhabitants are warm and easygoing.
What can I say about Paris that hasn’t been said before? As hackneyed a thought as it might be, it’s true: for those merely visiting or passing by, this exquisite city is the perfect escape from sobering present-day realities.
There are two main things that I remember about Bali. One, how incredibly green it was. I haven’t quite come across that spectacular shade of rich green anywhere else.
And two, that I almost collapsed from the humidity.
I’ve never actually visited Hong Kong (hopefully one day), but sometimes I just want to paint a scene from a place I’ve never set foot in, you know?
Tel Aviv, Israel
Tel Aviv is a bubble, and bubbles aren’t usually a great thing. But it can be a relief in a region where politics and religion are omnipresent, and you just want to leave it all behind for a little while to surf and restore your sanity. Of course, not everyone has that privilege.