Watercolours, feltips, Pilot pen and white pen on my destroyed Moleskine Watercolour Notebook. I wanted to buy another one and also a Japanese Album (it reminds me of teletype paper in the typewriter in “He died with a felafel in his hand“), but unluckily I couldn’t find any around my house: they have only diaries and simple notebooks. It’s clear no one is thinking that someone could be happy to do some art anywhere near. I’l try again today in the centre of the city.
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