Dear reader, I promised you weekly reports from my travels. Here I am – tired and worried as it turned out coming home is not that easy task. Especially when you have changed and trust me, I have.
But as an artist, let me talk about colours. I noticed they haven’t changed much. Especially blues. The sky is the same blue I remember from my childhood, running wild in the hills surrounding the town. These hills with grass in yellow ochre, bleached by the sun and wild white flowers that I can’t recognize. Going back to the blues, as it turned out a quiet sadness creeped in to my heart. The blue hues of the sea have always healed my heart, the blue hues of the sea we call black. With it’s golden cover every summer day, as here the sun shines with confidence every single summer day.
So many colours dance in front of me, when I close my eyes at night. They bring memories but also many many questions. I love to travel and I want to catch the next plane now. But if “people who travel are always fugitives”, as Daphne Du Maurier had said, what I am running from this time?
Next time my reader, I will try to describe more beautifully my country, with all the colours my palette possesses because it deserves it. And my minor human worries I will try to push away in the corner. Stay tuned! As always, stay creative!
Love,
Radost