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

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The Red Boat of Gandria, Ticino.

I looked through my journal today, to try to find again, the how’s and the why’s,that gave rise to creation of “Red boat.”  This is what I found:

“Red Boat” will be part of my collection, “Ticino through my window.“  Today I discovered a small red boat in the port of Gandria, Ticino. Its beautiful red color wasn’t the only thing that demanded my attention, but also the gentle motion by which it rocked backwards and forward. A motion that made a squeaky sound to the touch of a tree branch just resting next to the boat.  “It looks as if they’re playing,“ I heard my inner voice saying.  “Perhaps the boat likes to be tickled by the arm of the tree, and that squeaky sound is the sound of the boat’s laugh!“ I smiled big. I walked down to the water, grabbed my glass from my backpack, grabbed my watercolors, and started sketching these funny playmates.

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I unhooked this painting, took one last look at it, and said:  “So long!”

“Red boat is going to Australia to be appreciated and pampered by two happy new owners.  I couldn’t have asked for more!