In the fall of 2022 a new inspiration cought me totally by suprise. It took me two ferries and four busses to reach Tangier where I was totally prepared to learn about the culture and write about the experience.
But within two or three days it was clear that it would not be the case. Instead I found myself brandishing the aquarell book, quill of ink and two brushes that I had brought along kind of as an afterthought and spending the evenings on a roof terrace of the hostel, talking to people and painting. The pattern repeated itself in Chefchauen, Fez, Marrakech and Essaioura. Sometimes it was the roof terrace of the riad or the common room but always with new stories and new images.
I myself can see my expression changing with the images. Let me know what you think!
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