Another year painted…full of new faces, new places, great memories!!! I wish for your 2019 to be full of….surprises; that’s the pepper in our lives: surprises!
They carry their beauty without arrogance or ego. They swim, walk, and fly as if oblivious of my persistant pursue to try to get a proper glance at their elegant black and white heads. In fact, they avoid selfies altogether!
I paint as fast as I can. It is I, after all, the admirer, the expectator! How I wish I were this beautiful! I’m hypnotized by the contrast of their black and white colors, and their long slender necks that, when one looks closely, convert the sun light into a blue/black reflection. In the heat of the moment, almost subconsciously, I see down my paper to find the same golden color of the Arabian sands; that color that covers all those deserts that seem so far now.
A famous quote by the American philosopher, Ralph Waldo Emerson, rushed through my head just as fast as that gold color made its way into each water droplet of my watercolor: “Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.”
Perhaps, I thought, I am carrying the beauty of the desert in my hands, my core: my Canadian geese with the stunning golden sand colors of the Arabian gulf !
Today I stood, and stared…felt the grass between my toes; I smiled as I felt it tickling the core of my soul…
Another moment arose to paint again. It’s been a while. Who would have thought? Such tiny leaves can make one feel so…INSPIRED!
Have you ever had the urge to go back to a place where you’ve left unfinished business?
Inspiration called me this morning to head up to Sharjah, to finally put an end to what seemed to be my obsession since last Friday night. The Friday, when for the first time, I managed to get myself into a taxi and said:
“Where exactly, Ms.?” Asked the driver.
“I don’t know…drive me in that direction till I say stop.” “Please.” Smile.
That warm evening while on Corniche Street, I noticed Al Noor mosque with the most amazing sunset kissing its roof good-bye for the night. The white walls were stained orange and I knew that’d be only for a brief moment. I cried out: “this is my stop, thanks!”
I knew then, I’ve made a big mistake for leaving my watercolors at home….till this morning.
I found myself again, sitting on the spot where I had admired the beauty of this structure. Looking for shade, I sat on a bench. I was in the place I wanted to be. I was once again outdoors, fascinated by the many wonders of the place I now call home.
The end result of my study….
And the final touch….
It is nice to have a day to celebrate the existence of someone (and hopefully more than one!) who makes your life worth…living!!!
A new year has began, and with it comes a new adventure! My new year’s resolution: to learn and enjoy my new home and its culture…
Does anyone know where I could start? 🙂
I wish you all, a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
It is once again, the time to make my annual portrait. This year I wanted to make a study of someone whose face automatically transports me, no matter where I may be, to the core of the place I call home: Ascona.
Without-further-ado, here is the beginning of a few sitting hours so far!