Supporting the piece I just published on Drawing vs Designing, I went ahead and cleaned my drawing tools in the kitchen sink. Such a pleasurable thing to do: feel the water running between my fingers, the ink coming out of the thingie when I blow on it, the hard to remove stains.
There are many reasons to love drawing, but the tactile side of it remains one of the main ones.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home