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Travel
My sketch pad is my constant companion on all my trips. And I’ve gone through several pads over the years. Folled with memories from the four corners of the world. The first thing I do when I arrive somewhere is to draw the view from my window. Odd as it may sound, it has become my way of orienting myself in a new place; a way of grounding and feeling at home. Houses, streets, swimming pools, cafés, bars and picturesque views; everything ends up in my sketch pad. Since I travel by myself, drawing has also become a way of putting myself into contact with other people.
If I spot a muscular man in uniform at a café, I just have to capture the moment. Not only do men often look better in uniform. Policemen and military men have the advantage of stillness – the stay in one spot, in one pose, long enough for me to draw them. And they don’t seem to mind that someone who is drawing is staring at them.

I’ve always been fond of grand architecture: L’Arch du Triomphe in Paris, Grand Central Station in New York, the train station in Milan, St. Marcus Square in Venice, the gothic cathedrals of France and the Roman ruins in Algeria and Turkey.
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Big Ben
London, unsigned.
pencil on paper.
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