I spent my Monday off strolling in my beloved settings. I let city beat entice me once and again. I feel like I’m cooking up a new wave of inspiration to paint. After having had my lunch salad under the pink lacy clouds, I headed up to some galleries. Also had a delicious Zambian coffee.
My latest works. Lines twirling on paper creating recognizeable figures. Tones of fresh green grass, ocean blue and budding daffodills. They all find their way into my heart today.
The sun is coming out more and more. You recognize some of those odors that tickle your nose. You’ve smelt them before. They remind you of something good. More light gives you more energy. You feel like changing. Adding or taking out.
My life is an interesting mix of three languages. At home I speak French, at work English and then there is Finnish. I don’t really know when it intervenes these days. Probably more often than I realize. It is a sort of a secret code of mine.
I went to the Seine riverbanks today. The first buds are coming out. Trees are getting green. Its feels quite exciting. I drew with pencil and oil pastels as I was listening to some of the latest techno dance pieces. I also had my lunch baguette sandwich looking at Notre Dame. It was very relaxing.
Today it rained, and rained some more. The spring is supposed to be ours, but no sign of it really. I’m waiting for an inspiration to grab onto pastels again. Lately I’ve done human figures, mostly ladies. I keep sketching this one person. I sometimes wonder where she comes from.