The top sketch was drawn while I was watching opera on a big screen in Palermo, in the middle of a rainstorm. It’s so messy and energetic that no one else can understand what’s going on. I have other sketches, drawn in the dark, and down mines, and in caves, that are similar, and often commented on, while friends hold my sketchbooks the wrong way up. They’re very evocative to me.
The other two pics are Masala, from the town square, and Palermo, the road to the airport, under the “No Mafia” sign