When you’re on the road, you’re never getting the full experience of a destination. It’s only when you get back and reflect on your trip that you get a whole different picture. Grafitti has been like that for me.
Stepping off the train, fresh from National Day celebrations in Luxembourg, my breath was taken away.
Here, it was green, lush and spacious. And so peaceful. It’s the sort of place you walk through and immediately envisage being able to draw, paint and produce poetry at length.
Ghent on the map seemed full of cathedrals and museums. And it was. Out of the blue, it seemed, there was this food movement.