Today is one of those days I am in the present , it's raining outside, even my dogs seem not to want to go their daily walk. Yesterday in the afternoon I finished putting up tree number three with my mother for Christmas. We always set up a green themed tree, a blue one and my favorite , a traditionally decorated one, it has ornaments from several countries we have lived in and it contains in a certain manner many of our memories as a family together.
Then this morning, I finished working on some of my photographs for a project and painted a little in the spare bedroom , all of a sudden turned into a studio. The smell of oil paint takes me home, no where in particular, but puts me inside a place of myself that is home. As the quiet brush strokes turn into lush images of far away places, I am able to start once again focusing on today. My mother made cake and home made bread this morning, those are the happiest moments I have ever experienced in my life, both of my parents in the house doing ordinary things that go unnoticed in life so many times. I have started noticing them, the simple hours on Sundays , when my mother and I spend the afternoon watching television in bed , while my father reads the newspaper and complains about some random soccer match.
I don't have classes on Tuesdays and therefore I planned on organizing my closet, I ended up with all of my clothes on top of my bed with me drawing on top of it all. This mess was then transferred to the spare bedroom where I suddenly felt the urge to paint. Thank god for those unused canvases in the basement! The result was the image of me as a child with my back to the image sitting under a grape vine playing with marbles. I haven't painted in over a year.
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