I have many long phone conferences, so I doodle. Normally I sketch what I see from my office window.
Roadworks under my office window in Espoo, Finland.
There are benefits to really long and pointless teleconferences.
I have many long phone conferences, so I doodle. Normally I sketch what I see from my office window.
Roadworks under my office window in Espoo, Finland.
There are benefits to really long and pointless teleconferences.
Starting a new Moleskine in the plane.
Clouds moving in at sunset.
Söll, Austria.
Watercolour and gouache in a small Moleskine.
I started painting a small watercolour of the same view everytime I noticed something new.
It’s amazing how much a single hill can change from day to day.
Helsinki_1989_September_15_009, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
When I moved back to Finland after ten years abroad, I found myself a stranger in my own country. I started exploring it, keeping a travel journal. I recorded the changes in light and weather, studied once familiar landmarks that had become exotic.
These watercolour sketches were done from the seaside at the southernmost tip of Helsinki, and show the 18th century fortress island of Suomenlinna, often called Gibraltar of the North. It is a just a ferry ride away from downtown, but in many ways remains a small village. In the summer it is overrun by tourists and picnickers, but when the last ferry has left, it returns to a slower rhythm. I lived on the island as a child, and came to school by ferry. In the winter, when the sea froze, I walked to school over the ice. Yes, it was safe, they even ran a road for cars over the sea, and there was a wooden sidewalk running alongside it.
Helsinki_1989_September_15_010, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
Helsinki_1989_September_15_011, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
Helsinki_1989_September_15_012, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
Sketchbook_Helsinki_1990_020, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
Sketchbook_Helsinki_1990_021, originally uploaded by Brin d’Acier.
I started carrying a small watercolour kit with me when hiking.
I’m fascinated by mountains, by the way they keep changing colour. Even though they are immobile, they seem alive, like giant waves of stone.
I started taking a sketchbook with me when traveling.
This one was done with aquarelle pencils and gesso from the window of a house we stayed at in Rotterdam. It was my teacher who had recommended adding gesso to my brush to tone down the colours of watercolour pencils.