An old and dear friend of mine who’s helped me a great deal in recent years with my personal photography.
Drawing was the first activity I ever received positive attention for when I was a kid. Rekindling that joy again in a modest journal I carry with me everyday now. Nothing complicated, just the joy of putting to paper whatever comes to mind, whatever is easy, whatever it is that I see at the moment.
“unknown artist @ block party” March 16, 2013
some of my scratchings
Not all parts of the island are jammed with hotels, bars and eateries. There are gabs and some of them quite extensive but none are necessarily abandoned. The heat is oppressive this time of year so looking at these images now I remember the smell of the ocean, the sting of sweat in my eye and the humidity folding me over.