And the door opened and I was happy to see familiar faces…I was at my second home, the house of good friends.  You know, the kind of friends who become family.

Doors:  we all pass through them every day of our lives.  They are barriers we pass through to enter work, home, a place to talk to our God.  They protect us.  They keep our privacy.  Yet, we open and close them without finding their purpose fascinating!  I blame this on the fact that most doors are too plain to admire; too plain for us to give a thought about them.

Here in the Middle East, I have found doors that come in all shape and sizes…more sizes than shapes, in fact.  I’ve passed some really tiny ones, and some so tall I feel very small!

It’s almost hard to ignore them, the Arabian doors.  I look at them with amazement, these art pieces that hide behind them human life, human history, and a place for us to rest our tired souls and bodies.

Carmen Perdomo

If only this door could talk..

carmen Perdomo

A door that once was, yet it’s frame was decorated with sea shells!

Carmen Perdomo

A door long gone…

Carmen Perdomo

A door leading to a place of rest…

carmen Perdomo

A tired door…

Carmen Perdomo

A aged door…engaged 😅


Al Noor Mosque

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:

“To Sharjah!”

“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!”

Al Noor mosque

The sunset on Al Noor mosque

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.


Getting ready to sketch

Getting ready to sketch and do some watercolor painting


The end result of my study….


Al Noor mosque

Al Noor mosque, watercolor.

And the final touch….


Artist signature

The artist’s signature

The dhows of Dubai creek

I have been spending a lot of time in the area of Deira, Dubai.  I can’t have enough of the old city, despite the heat, the crowd, and what many consider:  the “messy” streets!

Yes, Deira is far from being the glamourous Marina or the downtown area….the palm!  Yet many tourists (and residents alike) in my opinion, miss the opportunity to see the authentic Dubai, and where it all began!

I admit, I never thought I would find a lot of inspiration in a city like Dubai but I’ve been proven wrong!  From the my trips to the old souks and Deira itself, I have managed to capture beautiful everyday ordinary times on paper.  My favorite subject is the beautiful dhows in the Dubai creek.

Painting my dhows

Painting my dhows

Although a group of dhows can make a joyous sky like the many instruments in an orchestra, I prefer to isolate each dhow at a time. Each with its own unique details ..

A lonely dhow

A lonely dhow


Yet, like once was said:  ” Two is better than one!”  What do you think?! 😊

The dhows of Dubai creek

The dhows of Dubai creek



Alserkal Avenue

If you have ever thought people exaggerate when they say:  “life in Dubai is exciting,” they’re not lying!!!  I wake up everyday hungry to start my day.  Everyday brings another opportunity to either meet interesting people (from all over the world), or learn something new, be it something about the city, or just life in general.

Today was a day to have a small taste of the art scene here in Dubai.  My neighbor (and a friend I feel I’ve known all my life) and her friend (a new friend I also feel I’ve known for ages!) invited me to come to Alserkal Avenue.

Alserkal Avenue is a cluster of warehouses that over the years have been converted into art galleries, art studios and other creative shops.  Alserkal Avenue oozes creativity, culture, knowledge…emotions!  It is not wonder why this place has evolved into being an interesting art hub in the city.

Overwhelmed and tired, I have come home to write about my favorite pieces.  I hope you enjoy them as much as we did!

Tony Cragg in Leila Heller gallery:


Tony Cragg


Safwan Dahoul in Ayyam gallery:



Angelica Dass and her project Humanae…which goes beyond skin tones.  It touches the very core of human existence, who we are and how we define ourselves.


And since today is valentine’s day, I thought I would include a love story piece.  Unfortunately I cannot recall the name of this photographer.


And last but not least..


A memory captured on a piece of art:  priceless!





And us, the art lovers : )





Then she got an idea…

I watched “How the grinch stole Christmas,” seeing that Christmas day is approaching.  Then I “got an idea. An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!”

Merry Christmas and a jolly good 2016!!!

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My own Mr. Blok

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!

The first sketch.

The first sketch.

Watercolor try number one.

Watercolor try number one.


La mucca al pascolo

There she was.  At last I had found the one.  Although she was not my soul-mate, she was simply, my ultimate and most desirable “subject.”  And what a subject she was!

I have heard her bell not far from the medieval arched bridge, exiting Puntid, in the Calnegia valley.  I felt absurd, chasing the sound of cow bells.  Like the hide and seek game, I was obsessed with trying to figure out where the sound came from.  After all, I was already there, on top of the Foroglio Falls.  My mission was clear.  I had to capture in pencil the biggest oxymoron ever created by me:  a cute beast…a live cow!

I slowly moved in to sit as close as I could to the one cow that caught my eye.  As she chewed her never ending meal, I quickly grabbed my acrylics and started painting.  It was all good till the beast decided she had had enough.  “I’ve been hit, something hurts!”  My body sprang into action.  In a split of a second, I saw myself jump behind a boulder, paints and paper in hand.  I was bleeding and feeling like I had just walked into a nightmare!

Once the bruises and shock subsided, I came down the mountain a happy woman.

To say that “the mucca al pascolo,” is my most special piece of art is an under statement!  Nevertheless, I think I will stick to painting landscapes over moving, live, subjects.

The grazing cow

The grazing cow