The time we went to Busia. Quick bus sketch and me getting malaria.
I stayed behind yesterday. We went downtown to have a photoshoot and I stayed when my friends went back. I walked around in that detached-from-reality kind of way and looked at how the city I stay in looks like a postcard. Clear skies and shiny metal buildings and palms and palms and palms, sun that makes your face melt off.
And this might sound sad, but I loved going to a sea that wasn’t full of memories. In Sweden it’s tiny towns and cozy houses and driftwood, people with wrinkles too deep, an ocean that slowly breaks everything. Here everything just is. No childhood memories. Just sturdy rocks and people dancing.
My postcard wish is that you don’t send me home.
(Also, backstage from the photoshoot..:
My pocket moleskine, and what I’ve filled it with so far:
Yesterday I was messing around with some watercoloring and decided to film it! So I made this little speed painting video, just some messy flowers but it was quite fun so I think I’m gonna make a more serious one. The most difficult thing though, is that I’ve realised how much I lean forward when I paint so I have to find some angle where you can see anything apart from the top of my head. Well.