I was experimental. I had a large sketchbook with rough pages, given to me for my birthday. I turned over the pages and tried things.
As we drove back from Aptera one evening, the sun was setting and fired up the mist between the hills. Back at the kitchen table, I had a go:
It was stormy. We had some amazing sunsets.
I did a lot of quick sketches with some special Koh-i-noor sketching pencils that friends brought me from the Czech Republic:
We walked up the Diktamos gorge. It is deep and leafy. Here is an impression drawn that evening, trying to show you the dark depths of the gorge, the high rocky walls, and the leaves. John is shown, sitting on a stone, bottom centre left.
On the way to the airport we stopped in Agia Triada. I had 45 minutes to do a sketch. This is pen and ink.
It’s a three hour flight. One has to do something. I revisited the Diktamos gorge in pen and ink. The game was to use as few lines as possible, by not taking the pen off the paper. This is 3 lines.
