Today I painted one of my summer watercolor commissions, a watercolor of the Romanian Atheneum, a historic concert hall, surrounded by fluttering pigeons. I wanted to channel the idea of freedom. Paradoxically I don’t feel at all free right now. My imminent departure hangs heavy over me. Experiences are more poignant and perhaps more lovely but feel a bit like the last few warm days before an oppressive winter. I know that I have quite a lovely life, and many great things waiting for me. Still, I am in the point in my journey where I question everything and where I start wishing that I could stay. Maybe for another week or two. Maybe forever.
