Art Chats

Believe it or not, I still remember my first sketchbook, even though it’s been years since I lost it. It was a basically a notepad, around A6 in size, with a brown, inconspicuous cover, and very thin, fragile paper. It was either given to me by my parents, or I swiped it from the house […]

This year, I was lucky enough to finally have a studio space all to myself for the first time. Before, I would only ever have a desk in my room, in a dark and cold basement, shared studio spaces, a kitchen table, or my legs, when I didn’t have the time to draw at home.

The terrifying effect of the blank page, staring us down, inciting doubt, bringing up insecurities and, possibly, even feelings of inadequacy, is something every artist experiences at least once in their lives (I suspect). I admit that it wasn’t a problem for me for a very long time – I started a sketchbook habit very

In October, I took a small extended weekend, as the first sort-of vacation I had in over a year of rather intense work, changes, and shifts. The destination, was the incredible region of Serra de São Mamede, on the border between Portugal and Spain. It’s a region rich in beautiful towns, architecture, and stunning natural