Storytelling Through My Sketchbook: A True Story On A Cold Wintery Night

I was going to meet a friend for dinner. There's something about dinners: recuperating after a long day's work, swirling into a trance as the lingering flavours relaxed my cumbered mind, flying on virgin Pina Coladas, swooping the warm soup through my oesophagus in the cold wintery night. In essence, dinners were my favourite meal … Continue reading Storytelling Through My Sketchbook: A True Story On A Cold Wintery Night