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

 

 

 

 

Competition, Pittore di strada, 2013

Last Saturday, I participated in the local art competition, Pittori di strada, here in Ascona.  I didn’t win any prize, but I had the opportunity to compete against many talented and also well known artists!

It was a beautiful sunny Saturday.  I started the day fairly early.  I was in the town square (Ascona Piazza) at about 0830 with a freshly new canvas and palette at hand.  There were at least 10 names on the list of participants ahead of me when I got there.  At least 3 painters were claiming the best spots in the piazza:  under the shade of the big Sycamores.

A long, and challenging day was ahead of me.  Nevertheless, painting anything in under 8 hours wasn’t the biggest challenge of my life, but finding the perfect spot to paint on canvas was!

Ascona is a place I’ve called home for about 3 years.  Coffees at the piazza,and walks through the stony streets of this city are an every day thing for me.  I love this town!  Hence, I cannot say I prefer this place over another place in the city.

I went all over the city the day before the competition and settled for the view I painted in the end:  the port from bar 7.

I had many visitors during the time I stayed there painting.  In fact, a nice gentleman told me I had chosen the same view a famous Asconese artist had painted back in the ’60s!

In the end, we all handed our paintings for viewing.  I found it fascinating to see the many variations and interpretations of a one common subject.  In fact, no one said it better than the director of the Cultural department:  that day was the day when everyone can see the city in a new light and in many different views!

Ascona is a beautiful city and the competition made me realize how lucky I am to live here!  Below are pictures of the many spots I considered painting for the competition:Image ImageImageImage

 

This last picture is the image I ended up painting for the competition.  I hope you see now how hard it was to find THE perfect spot!!