I will always believe in the power of travel to point us down the paths we’re meant to pursue—the world plants seeds, and in time, life brings them to fruition.
Coming up for air on Lake Atitlán.
My mind raced to plan adventures, but my soul swiftly put her foot down—because deep down, my soul knew that what I really needed most from these seven weeks is stillness.
An illustrated history of Girona.
Here in Catalonia, where there’s such a debate taking place over the region’s future, it seemed all the more important—vital, even—to understand Girona’s past before I could begin to imagine its path forward.
Drawing connections in Girona.
For me, every connection is a tiny knot in the thousand fraying threads we carry with us. Every encounter is a part of the larger tapestry coming to life, slowly being woven into significance.
From Colombia to Costa Brava: Introducing a new sketching adventure.
If sketching the mural in Athens taught me anything, it’s that new ideas do indeed have a way of stretching our minds, just as windows are opened to the coming of spring.
Sketching Colombia: Postcard from Santa Marta
The Santa Marta I’ve come to know doesn’t feel too especially historic, at least not after my initial week in Cartagena. What it feels like is local, unassuming, lived in, and for this reason I have grown to love it.
Drawing connections in Cartagena.
For isn’t seeing the truest, most important thing? And isn’t it the very reason we travel? To see the world for ourselves – with our own eyes and ears, and with our own hands and hearts.
Summer’s Sketchbook 2014.
From beautiful Vashon Island in the Pacific Northwest to the infinite beaches of the Outer Banks in North Carolina, I tried to pull out my sketchbook as often as possible during this stateside summer.