There is a fear I almost always feel when I am about travel, wether in sea or land, by bus, plane or a train. It is not Acrophobia nor Thalassophobia, or any other kind of phobia. It is just extreme feeling of uncertainty that rush through me the minute i am in that transportation vehicle,and the funny thing is that it vanishes, just magically disappears the minute I see the smiling face of a host/hostess. The same scenario over and over again go inside my mind, I smile back and I am just relieved because I say to myself, this person standing before me is doing this thing that I fear several times a week, if not almost every single day, and they manages to smile and have their act put together, if they can do it, so can I. This monologue is something that I lived and relived many many times before and for the first time i am sharing it, for a reason i don’t know why.
Am dedicating this post to that one day spent between hundreds of colorful tiny houses, under a grey sky that is full of clouds and raindrops to fall.
In the coffee house we started the day, with our hot and cold brews, so black,so bitter,unlike the weather that day. Little streets and pathways covered with tree shadows and blooming flowers, it was the time of year where you can actually see the season changing. Cat foot steps gently came to my ears. I heard emptiness, only the indie music in the far background, people laughing.
The city was lively in colors and young creatives. No humid, no Traffic, no judgment. It was a day to explore and write.
Between the pages of my diary I wrote a realization i came to on our ride back home;
It is so strange, but Something is so safe about exploring new things. I almost never worry when i am somewhere new,it is like all those ideas,people, colors will make their prints into your soul. The new places will allow me to create something that was hidden, the change of scenery will help me dig into my deepest inner self and grab something that has been buried with the burdens and the daily responsibilities and the routine.
I only took my film camera and my tiny sketchbook to gather some inspiration here and there. Below are some of the footage along with few sketches I did during our trip. Few of those sketches finished only recently, which you can kinda tell if you looked closely to the brush strokes and techniques applied, some are done in a rush and on location, others are more organized, painted in my studio as a soothing relaxing activity, slowly and with my candle calming me.
I wish you all a lovely day! Hope you get to feel a bit inspired reading this little entry! ♥
This house owned my heart for a moment.
The sky, the view, and him.
This little swan was not as elegant as she looks, it kept knocking on my feet when ever i tried to reach to her! So cute.
