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Post 44: A quick cycle from Kings Cross to the City bears good fruit

Post 43: An example of that most un-mysterious of mysteries

Post 42: On scaling the city as if it were a house

Post 41: How would I cross Westminster Bridge?

Post 40: This is a knot in the oak floor of our studio at Bankside

Post 39: It is always good to stop still, stand and listen to a view as it goes by

Post 38: Looking across Doha Bay at the glistening towers opposite, there is one which stands out; the Burj Doha

Post 37: 70 pieces of brick clay, cooked in ovens, worn by Sand and Sea

Post 36: I have been obsessed with the number 7 since the moment I could count

Post 35: Drive a few miles East of Vellore, towards Chennai and you will find a green place

Post 34: Normally the layers of cities build up over time.

Post 33: There was once a cook who was known for making stodgy stews

Post 32: The act of tracing is an ideal state sometimes

Post 31: I saw a seed pod, one of the nicest I have found

Post 30: Each piece is a piece of the map

Post 29: Each of us explores … and then draws … whatever catches our eye

Post 28: An exploration of the essential character or ‘soul’ of the city

Post 27: I am a Londoner through and through

Post 26: What appears to be rubbish at first, turns out to be treasure

Post 25: I dreamt that I was flying over a barren planet

Post 24: Connecting People and Places

Post 23: One day I saw these patterns in the sand

Post 22: The Earth is spinning on its axis, meanwhile orbiting the Sun.

Post 21: I like the word ‘value’; it has a double meaning

Post 20: The Sun is going down and there is the very slightest chill in the air; but it is peaceful, and silent

Post 19: An exploration of the essential character or ‘soul’ of the city

Post 18: The street of possibilities

Post 17: The blank rear wall of the building with a slight crank and serated edges always catches my eye.

Post 16: What caught my eye, to stand and draw?

Post 15: It is Friday morning – everything is quiet

Post 14: I am on the roof of the Mercure Hotel by the ice-cold pool

Post 13: Where is all the energy going?

Post 12: I could not choose what to draw, so I draw two things today; both round and square.

Post 11: Once upon a time there was a can, full of air.

Post 10: As I walk along Sikkat al Hedaya, into square A2, I am drawn by the slope.

Post 9: Old Doha is filled with a festive air – everyone is wandering aimlessly about, off work.

Post 8: There is a chill in the air and a gusty breeze.

Post 7:This is the first finished piece from Pattern-Book Qatar

Post 6: A floating disc of water with a dark sunken space beneath

Post 5: It is the 10x10 weekend, I am exploring Whitehall.

Post 4: A street where, even if it is busy with traffic, it is easy to cross, whenever you want.

Post 3: It caught my eye because what fills it now is not water but empty plastic water bottles.

Post 2: What struck me about Naples, the ‘city of dark sun,’ was the laundry.

Post 1: The difference between having been to Berlin for a day and not having been there at all is infinite