I'm seated on the balcony of a cafe overlooking a rice field. It's a soft blue day in Canggu, Bali, an easy-going beach town filled with open-air bars and trendy hotels. Since hitting the road six weeks ago, I've been on a journey that's taken me around the world. My first stop was New York City, a place I called home for 13 years. Two weeks in the city left me feeling turned inside out in all the right ways.
It's been a month since I said goodbye to London for a 6-week journey that has taken me to opposite sides of the world. My first stop was New York City, a place I called home for 13 years. I stayed with a friend in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, a short walk from Brooklyn Bridge Park and its view of the cityscape of Manhattan. It was as close to going home can be for me and I cherished the two weeks. From there, I hopped a plane to Bali, Indonesia where I've been since the beginning of the month.
Yesterday a friend asked if I'd be recording when I’m making my artwork. I took her suggestion and decided to capture a few thoughts as I open up my sketchbook for the day. I talk a little about getting inspired by Frida Kahlo’s sketchbooks, and the benefits of getting my brushes dirty. Today I’ve decided that I’m going to be recording while I’m doing my daily sketchbook practice and see what comes up.