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

 

 

 

 

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

Deira, Dubai

In the heat of April’s early mornings, I stood like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to go or look; everything attracts me!!!  It isn’t my first trip to Deira, I have come here many times.  Yet that feel of novelty always lingers in the air when I am there.  Deira isn’t just a shopping for rare objects, or spices but a place to find inspiration!

Between the so many mosques’ roofs popping in the skyline I sit and sketch my first watercolor.  This beautiful and colorful round dome is just breath-taking.

Deira mosque

Deira, Dubai

Deira mosque

Deira, Dubai

Just as I come out from the shaded corner at the entrance of the old souk, I see an older man taking refuge from the radiant sun.  Next to me, and unaware, he stays still and poses for me…

Deira, souks

A merchant’s face at Deira, Dubai

Life within a flower vase…

A plant in a vase, full of life!

A full of life sketch in my sketchbook.

The sunflowers of Ticino reminded me today, of my favorite artist, Van Gogh. He undeniably painted the most sticking, live and dead, sunflowers portraits.

To me, the most interesting aspect of Van Gogh paintings were not his subjects, but his own interpretation of life. Fresh sunflowers lift our spirits up, not because of their bright colors, but because they are alive. The opposite can be said about tired sunflowers that patiently await death in an empty vase. There, between the stench of rotten mold and death, lies an important reminder that life is truly short.

In honor of such truth, and wonderful flower painter, I filled in another page in my sketch book. My drawing is about life. It is a about a simple, plumped up, yet full of life plant that reminded today, to live life to the fullest!