Everyday number 37.
Today we walked up to the highest mountain in Madrid’s Sierra Guadarrama, over 2400m. From the top you can see Segovia, like a tiny toy city, thousands of hectares of pine forest, endless peaks. And you cross a snow and rock moonscape in the last 40 minutes or so to reach the zenith. I don’t know how that translated into the drawing above, but it did. I heard an artist say recently that one of the most amazing things about art is the pure magic of creating something that wasn’t there before you started and could never have been made by anyone else. It’s true, it’s complete magic.