I wasn’t expecting to go on a journey without much thought behind it, yet here i am in India, with just a backpack a few pens and a small watercolour set.
It started when I broke my finger, an already stressful time in my life became even more unbearable when my dominant hand got injured, and I was afraid I couldn’t draw. So, I decided the best course of action was to push myself harder and go on a drawing trip, with a very broken finger, and push myself as hard as possible to continue drawing.
My wobbliness and determination made my self doubt disappear, because I knew I couldn’t make anything exceptional, but I could make something and for the time being, that is enough.
The images on this post are two little sketches i did in the airport, one in London, and one in Istanbul. I might revisit I the theme later, if only to drawing the extortionately priced sandwiches in Istanbul airport. Needless to say I went hungry that day.
