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”
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: Eh… Because I don’t really do it.
I was re-watching Frances Ha last weekend and felt compelled to sketch this particular scene from the film. If you’re into oddball black-and-white movies about friendships and quarter life crises in New York City, then this film might be right up your alley. Continue reading “Sketchbook: Frances Ha”