Winter is here and we begin to think of how we used to travel in the winter to escape the cold inter days. This year we can only reflect on the places we have been and dream about the places we may go down the road.
This daydreaming made me think of the days not long ago when I was blessed with a wedding invitation for a celebration in New Orleans as well as last year's trip to Spain and France.
New Orleans is a noisy city but if you pause for awhile, sit down in a cafe and just listen, you will hear some amazing music. Music played in cafes, bars, lounges and literally on every street corner. It brings a vibrancy to the city that I have not found anywhere else.
In Barcelona, it was the old city center that got me lost both in my mind and, well, really lost. Unlike North American cities the old winding streets gave you no long view in front of you and navigating was quite difficult. BUT that only meant you got to see so much more.
I am preoccupied by the intuitive journey that paint takes me on with its colour and texture when working with layers that can be revealed through scratching back, rubbing away or lifting, to bring back the history of the previous layers.