My golden Canadian geese…

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 !

 

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Great pleasures in the smallest of things..

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!

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The making…

This moment recorded in my sketchbook

This moment recorded in my sketchbook

Green grass

Watercolor painting of the “insignificant” pleasure: green grass

 

 

 

 

Doors…

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..

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

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A door long gone…

Carmen Perdomo

A door leading to a place of rest…

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A tired door…

Carmen Perdomo

A aged door…engaged 😅