City series

The one I never stop drawing: the Kadıköy terminal from the water, first Sunday of every month for eleven year...

A steep tiled street with a tram climbing it, and the eleven attempts before the one that worked.

The Vieux-Port masts against Notre-Dame de la Garde, on a four-panel fold-out.

Scooters, balconies and washing in the vicoli, drawn fast and in line because nothing there holds still.

Riverfront houses stacked up the hill, drawn from a rabelo boat that would not stay still.

The Old Quarter after dark, when the cable tangles overhead read better than the shopfronts under them.

Carved wooden balconies over the sulphur baths, drawn in the last warm week of the year.

Enclosed timber balconies down a limestone street, in line and a single gray.

Low colonial streets under jacaranda, drawn in the two hours before the light goes flat.

The coppersmiths' lane at working hours, drawn in line only because the noise made washes impossible.

Three wide-format spreads of the Piazza Unita, each one a single unbroken line from edge to edge.

Nine wet days on the Bryggen wharf, drawing between showers under a borrowed umbrella.