ce reve ne m'appartient pas
I did this drawing on the drawing the train back to Montpellier from Barcelona. The words in french mean (i hope) "this dream does not belong to me".
Aside from the wonderful moleskin that Killy gave me at his wedding, this is the first moleskin sketchbook that i have ever kept. I have always wondered what the deal was with moleskins, and i was always a little wary of the slick, thick pages. But after keeping this one for a couple of weeks I may be hooked. The pages seem to love all sorts of ink...
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