There are memories.

Vague and fleeting, or sharp and searing. Moods are leaving a sense of urgency or disquiet, or a sense of well-being and belonging. As always, travel inhabits the memories. I decided to document my trips using illustrations.


The Illustration

↑ The last three were based on a hiking trip to High Point National Park on a winter morning after a snow storm. There was no one else around and the mountain was completely empty. I felt like the trees were talking to each other and there were some cute spirits sneaking around.