In 2013 my love affair with travel took me on an overland adventure between Kathmandu and Istanbul via the Old Silk Road; I have hundreds of photos and thousands of stories, though for my first blog post I’d like to share one of my most treasured;
It had been a particularly long and stressful day at the hot and dusty border between Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan, and after much waiting around and one failed attempt to cross already, my friends and I were being thoroughly searched. There was an armed guard reading my diary and picking my computer to pieces, and as she continued to empty the contents of my backpack on to the table she came across my sketchbook. What now? I thought; she rummaged further into my bag, and pulled out my pastels - what happened next surprised me, she drew me a picture. A simple line drawing of a flower. She smiled, gave it to me, returned my things and let me pass - it was a really amazing moment; despite the fact that we couldn’t speak the same language, through this drawing we connected and understood each other perfectly. Right there and then, in the middle of the desert I realised the power of visual communication, and how - as cheesy as it sounds - a picture really can speak a thousand words. It now hangs above my desk in my studio and whenever I’m feeling stuck, it reminds me that things don’t need to be complicated to be effective; you can say a lot with just a few lines. The rest of the time it just makes me smile.