Studio Notes

The coffee had gone cold before I remembered to drink it. I'd made myself a decaf with whole milk before sitting down to finish a drawing I'd started the previous evening. Just as I was getting into bed, I'd had an idea, so I scribbled it in the margin of an old sketchbook, hoping it would still make sense in the morning. It mostly did. Days like this are fairly typical in my Copenhagen studio, where I split my time between illustration, acting, writing, and the less interest

Sketchbook notes on early light, old friendships, and the observations that find their way into my illustration work. There’s a particular kind of stillness to summer mornings in Copenhagen. The city doesn’t rush. Light arrives slowly — pale at first, then warmer — and the streets take their time filling with movement. Before most of the city wakes, the air feels different. You notice small things more clearly: the sound of cyclists passing on quiet streets, the movement of l