the island

Fifty Spanish designers, a Turkish photographer and I headed to Büyükada on a greyish morning with the goal of sketching as much as we could. The grey turned blue, and the sun peeled off our coats as we made our way across the Marmara Sea, seagulls following us for crumbs of simit.


We met these shy little girls along our hike up to Ayia Yorgi Church, selling flower crowns— oh, and this charming cow, who was enjoying some fresh grass under the shady pines. The climb to Ayia Yorgi is steep— meant to tear at your tendons, pound at your heart, and force you to contemplate life, decisions, and the beauty of your surroundings.


After marvelling at the quiet little church, the blue returned to grey, bringing with it a cold rain. We just managed to finish our lunch before getting soaked, and crammed inside the dark café for a look at each other's work.


Sketches coming soon!