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!

watercolor painting

The making…

This moment recorded in my sketchbook

This moment recorded in my sketchbook

Green grass

Watercolor painting of the “insignificant” pleasure: green grass

 

 

 

 

A special spot in Canada

Pencils, color pencils, crayons, pens, and erasers. Those were the only things I thought I needed to create a world made entirely by me. I was a content child.

Then I turned 14.

I was living in Canada when I took art seriously. My art teacher introduced me to all sorts of materials and techniques that helped me recreate far away lands. Those were never imaginary places but spots I had only seen in pictures and on tv.

It never crossed my mind to paint Canadian landscapes. I thought there was no one else but Emely Carr, to let Canadians see the beauty and spiritual essence of my beloved Western coast. I also thought there was no one like Lawren Harris to translate the magical secrets of the Canadian Artic, or the Rocky mountains.

It’s not till this summer that I understood my necessity to capture what other well known Canadian artists have already accomplished:  to create a visual poetry of the places that have seen us grow…of the places we call home…of a giant beauty that Canada is!

I chose to paint, as my first Canadian subject, a little lagoon in the outskirts of Banff.  Not only do I think of Banff as a spectacular town (because of its geographical position), but also as a place where I’ve made so many meaningful memories.  This is why one of my special spots in Canada is Banff!

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My first version:   simple in terms of colors, still complex as a subject.

My first version: simple in terms of colors, yet complex as a subject.

 

My second version:  a more complex paintings in terms of colors.  I felt it'd be a shame to omit the wonderful colors of this little lagoon.

My second version: a more complex paintings in terms of colors. I felt it’d be a shame to omit the wonderful colors of this little lagoon.