We didn’t expect 2020 to turn out like this, did we? I certainly didn’t as I watched fireworks erupt over the Bosphorus at midnight, marking the start of a new decade. Kids peered into cars unceremoniously stalled in traffic on Inonu street, persuading drivers to turn their music up loud, and danced in the middle of the street. A few days later, thunderstorms across Istanbul forced people to stay indoors all day. At the time, I didn’t mind being cooped up in the house with four adorable cats and some nice humans for company. Little did I know that we were going to be doing a whole lot more of this in the months to come.Continue reading “Well, Here We Are.”
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.Continue reading “Travel Sketches: From Paris to Bali”
I was out the door by 8 o’clock, so I could be at the Galleria Borghese when it opened its doors in exactly an hour. It was the first Sunday of the month; I hoped to beat the crowd and spend all day taking in the works at one of Rome’s finest art galleries.
Clearly I hadn’t done my research, because little did I know:
a. You need a reservation in order to enter the museum in the first place.
b. The Galleria Borghese is relatively small when compared with the likes of the Prado, Louvre or Uffizi Gallery, and doesn’t actually require all day to soak in every inch of the two-floor space. Continue reading “Visiting the Galleria Borghese on a ‘Free Sunday’”
Some days you feel like painting a scene from a place you’ve never set foot in. Last Sunday, I poured myself some coffee, played some Mashrou’ Leila and got to work painting a busy night scene from Hong Kong’s Temple Street.
Andy: So what do you do?
Frances: Eh… It’s kinda hard to explain.
Andy: Because what you do is complicated?
Frances: Because I don’t really do it.