In October 2016, I travelled to Rapa Nui (Easter Island) - the dream of a lifetime

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I took my sketchbook and drew quickly in pen and ink, sometimes dusting with charcoal - rapid, instinctive  marks, one step ahead of conscious thought

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Despite their immense presence, I saw in these huge statues something uncertain, melancholy. It was as though they had been aware of the island's terrible future - now its past