This isn’t a formal letter, not quite.

It’s more of a sketchbook, a visual catalogue even…

A place to lay the fragments—the colours I’ve been collecting like half-thoughts between beaches. Think of this as a kind of visual poem, a travelling artist’s journal, a scrapbook of moments that didn’t ask to have attention drawn to them, but caught my eye so eagerly.

I catch such things for the art I’m yet to make.