From The Journal

I finished a new journal last week - here are a few of my more successful pages.  

It's funny though, many of them are not my "best" drawing or the "best" use of technique, but pages that I made in unique circumstances or that were inspired by something particularly meaningful. 

Paper that I marbled my very own self in my kitchen

 On my trip to Brussels I took the SLOW train to Gent (I mean, really slow) and satisfied myself with recording all of the stops we made along the way from "Bruxelles-Midi" to "St. Pier - Gent".  Later that night I treated myself at a lovely neighborhood market with local sausages and cheese, fresh fruits and nuts. These were my first pages of the trip and though they are a little sparse, they got me started for the rest of the visit.

 Christmas Eve 2014.  I'd been drawing all break and just generally enjoying the beautiful Muscat weather.  After some last minute Christmas shopping we saw a tiny sliver of a moon hanging above some buildings.  The horizon was just starting to turn orange and I made Max wait in the car for a few minutes while I sketched an outline to watercolor later.  

   

Our sweet housekeeper's mother passed away last week and she left me a perfectly simple and expressive note. "I am so sad" it read.

Regardless of nationality or language, loss is something that translates.

The text behind the Sri Lankan woman is Sinhala, one of the national languages of Sri Lanka.