Exactly 2 years ago, I was beginning to rekindle my love for illustration, so I had an idea of going to my beloved Binondo to take a stab at urban sketching.
The day ended with 5 to 6 pages worth of decent doodles and a stomach filled with dim sum. Sadly, it was also the last time I had the courage to sit down and put on paper the world that was right in front of me. People would often ask why I don’t sketch during my trips and I just respond with a smile and say it’s not my thang.
Since I have another big journey up ahead, I’m thinking I should have another go at it. I should, definitely. This time around I know myself more than I did back in 2015. What have I got to lose?