I don’t paint nearly as often as I’d like to or should, particularly when I’m travelling. Being pressed for time – or, more often, sheer laziness/the social media sinkhole – gets in the way. But every time I do, I find that it intensifies an experience. There’s something about capturing a place you’re passing through or a fleeting moment within the pages of a sketchbook that feels both personal and indelible. Continue reading “Travel Sketches: From Paris to Bali”
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I shuffle through the songs on my playlist restlessly while the bus remains firmly lodged in traffic. I was supposed to meet Zahra at 11 a.m., and I’m already half an hour late. Zahra sounds calm as she replies to my apologetic text, assuring me that she understands and would wait for me. Continue reading “Strawberries from Palestine”
“One’s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things.”
— Henry Miller