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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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..

carmen Perdomo

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

Carmen Perdomo

A door long gone…

Carmen Perdomo

A door leading to a place of rest…

carmen Perdomo

A tired door…

Carmen Perdomo

A aged door…engaged 😅

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