Canvas & Chronicles by Aanya Shen
Fourth Journey Day 116: Between Blade and Breath
Today I spent a few hours in Eudovic's art studio, watching the skilled hands of Saint Lucian wood sculptors bring raw wood to life. The air smelled of sawdust and...
Fourth Journey Day 116: Between Blade and Breath
Today I spent a few hours in Eudovic's art studio, watching the skilled hands of Saint Lucian wood sculptors bring raw wood to life. The air smelled of sawdust and...
Fourth Journey Day 115: Between Sand and Horizon
The boat ride to Johnny Cay was like entering another world. As we left San Andrés behind, the sea stretched endlessly, shifting between shades of sapphire and turquoise. The waves...
Fourth Journey Day 115: Between Sand and Horizon
The boat ride to Johnny Cay was like entering another world. As we left San Andrés behind, the sea stretched endlessly, shifting between shades of sapphire and turquoise. The waves...
Fourth Journey Day 114: The Weight of Air
The Spirogyra Butterfly Garden felt like a hidden world in the middle of the city, a quiet refuge where delicate wings flickered like brushstrokes against the green. The paths were...
Fourth Journey Day 114: The Weight of Air
The Spirogyra Butterfly Garden felt like a hidden world in the middle of the city, a quiet refuge where delicate wings flickered like brushstrokes against the green. The paths were...
Fourth Journey Day 113: The Stone’s Memory
The jade workshop sat on the outskirts of town, a quiet place where the scent of stone dust and wood mixed in the air. Inside, an elderly craftsman ran his...
Fourth Journey Day 113: The Stone’s Memory
The jade workshop sat on the outskirts of town, a quiet place where the scent of stone dust and wood mixed in the air. Inside, an elderly craftsman ran his...
Fourth Journey Day 112: Thresholds of Colour an...
As I entered the Iglesia El Rosario, I was greeted by a space unlike any other church I had visited. From the outside, it resembled a curved concrete shell -...
Fourth Journey Day 112: Thresholds of Colour an...
As I entered the Iglesia El Rosario, I was greeted by a space unlike any other church I had visited. From the outside, it resembled a curved concrete shell -...
Fourth Journey Day 111: Ash and Departure
Today I visited the Huellas de Acahualinca, an archaeological site where human footprints are preserved in volcanic ash from thousands of years ago. The moment I stepped inside, the air...
Fourth Journey Day 111: Ash and Departure
Today I visited the Huellas de Acahualinca, an archaeological site where human footprints are preserved in volcanic ash from thousands of years ago. The moment I stepped inside, the air...