Art Walk: Setúbal, Portugal
Art in a Sun-Warmed Rhythm
Setúbal wraps around you slowly, like linen in a breeze. Mornings began with a walk to the waterfront, past fishing boats bobbing lazily in the harbor and market stalls bursting with color—plump oranges, wildflowers, hand-painted tiles. The air was laced with salt and sunshine, and the pace of life invited us to breathe a little deeper, move a little slower.
Our journals became vessels for these quiet wonders. In the studio, light poured through tall windows and spilled across tables strewn with ephemera—vintage papers, sun-bleached book pages, lace-edged scraps. We played with layers, textures, and stories, letting the language of color and collage express what words sometimes couldn’t.
Between sessions, we wandered cobblestone alleys with sketchbooks in hand, sipping espresso under shade trees, tracing the lines of old buildings with soft pencil and reverent hearts. The town felt like an extension of our journal pages—worn, beautiful, and deeply alive.
Evenings brought wine, laughter, and the kind of conversation that only blooms in the presence of creative soulmates. We gathered not just to make art, but to remember who we are when we give ourselves space to wonder, to play, to belong.
Setúbal gave us more than inspiration. It gave us stillness, connection, and a gentle invitation to return to our creative selves.
