On the way back from the Immigration Office to the city I stopped to draw Tokyo Bay. The sketch was almost complete when a gust of wind blew the loose page from my hand. I watched helplessly as it slowly spiraled into the water below.
Moments like these are to test your resolve!
Without thinking about it I immediately started drawing the scene again - this time I didn’t detach the page until I was home and inside.
"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