More than just food
I keep coming back to these sketches of kitchens, tables, food in progress. I don’t always plan them. Sometimes I draw from a photo I took quickly, other times from a scene that just stuck with me—a dinner with friends, a quiet breakfast, a messy sink. Sometimes it’s reference. Sometimes it’s memory.
My blue tiled kitchen
How I wish...
A blue-tiled kitchen.
Sunlight spilling onto cool ceramic. A kettle gently steaming. Stains from turmeric, laughter from last night, and a shelf too cluttered to clean.
The kind of space where smells linger like stories.
There’s something about drawing food spaces that feels grounding. It’s not really about the food itself, but the mood around it. The comfort of routine, the chaos of cooking, the quiet between bites. These drawings help me hold onto those little moments that would otherwise blur and slip away.
These aren’t polished or perfect, and that’s kind of the point. They’re simple, but full of feeling. And maybe that’s what I love most about them—they remind me that the everyday stuff is worth noticing.
