Painting Barcelona, 2016
"Journeys are the midwives of thought. [..] At the end of hours of train-dreaming, we may feel we have been returned to ourselves - that is, brought back into contact with emotions and ideas of importance to us. It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestic setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, but who may not be who we essentially are.
If we find poetry in the service station and motel, if we are drawn to the airport or train carriage, it is perhaps because, in spite of their architectural compromises and discomforts, in spite of their garish colours and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits and confinement of the ordinary, rooted world."
― Alain de Botton, (2004) The Art of Travel
I become a watercolorist when I travel. A methodology rather than an occupation; the practice of watercolour slows down the ‘gulp-like’ aspect of seeing for me as I struggle –unsettled and fascinated in equal parts – to take in the sights, smells, sounds and textures of each unique place.
Travel is a privilege, and the best way I know to repay such opportunity is to see well. Conceding to each new situation by suspending judgement, and yielding to a commonality of human experience represents the choice to welcoming curiosity, compassion, even friendship, in the face of unfamiliar cultures, customs, and beliefs.
Watercolour facilitates for me, the responsibility to savour experiences; in such way, the difference between painting and photographing are akin to the distinction between chewing chocolate cold, or allowing it to melt slowly over the tongue before consuming...
These paintings represent my gleanings of Barcelona from the summer of 2016.