Mexico
Mexico 1986, my plein air sketch roots

While unpacking after moving between houses recently, I stumbled upon one of my first sketchbooks with plein air sketches. A pack of memories came back to me, together with the rediscovery of my roots of why I write and draw. As I flipped through the pages, I remembered the feelings I had while sketching—excitement mingled Continue reading
About Me
World citizen with a notebook in hand to write, sketch and tell stories with all senses present.

This blog is a zibaldone in itself — part notebook, part stage, where fragments turn into text, images, and sometimes motion. Mostly on keeping a zibaldone, Provence, sketching and stories of all kind.



