And that is that. Six weeks, four countries, and a camera so full it clinks when I shake it.
I am at the gate at Charles de Gaulle with a bottle of cold water and my sketch pad wedged under one arm, watching them load the plane that starts the long unravel home… Paris to Istanbul this afternoon, Istanbul to Bangkok overnight, Bangkok to Brisbane after that. Thursday morning, if the sums hold, I will be standing in my own studio wondering if any of it happened.
The evidence says it did. A sketch pad full of gesture studies. A phone full of water, bridges, markets, walls and one delegation of Parisian rats. New nibs and brushes from a shop that served Cezanne. And a head full of everything I now have to sit down and turn into ink. That is the real work, and it starts Monday.
Thank you for walking Europe with me. Next post from Queensland.
Step behind the gallery doors at Running Duck Studio for a rare open weekend as part of Naughty November on Tawny Trails. Discover the brand-new Backyard Confessions collection, enjoy a little indulgence and glimpse an exciting new artistic direction. With unexpected surprises and a touch of mischief along the way, this is no ordinary gallery visit. No bookings required — just bring your curiosity!
Ink drawings of koalas made by hand in Dayboro. What changed after the 2022 endangered listing, the one that sold, and what is still on the wall.
They come through the gums before a storm and the whole paddock hears them first. Four birds, one flash of red, and the hardest thing I have ever tried to put down in ink.
