April 22, 2015
April 26, 2015
I’m sitting on the beach today, oceanfront listening to the slamming, aqua green waves as they consistently hit the shore. One, two, three, then a hard break to mix up the rhythmic sound.
One day of travel and one arrives at paradise. It’s not an activity intense resort and I wouldn’t know any difference as its my first time in Mexico. This wasn’t a planned trip for me, but read on and you’ll see why I’m here at the beach…I write this thinking how I ended up here and watch a little four-year old boy in a red shirt and swim shorts struggle to keep pace with his mom in the sand. He’s carrying a full orange coloured sand bucket past me. He waddles from side to side balances his weight: a spectacle to see against the dark blue of the ocean.
Today, I wear my bikini. I don’t care who sees me and who does not as they are strangers and I regard them at a distance. I am anonymous to all except my cousin and her family.
Cheryl, my first cousin planned this trip with her mom, my Aunt Mary for her 50th birthday celebration…..one never thinks of someone you love to be too sick to travel. Cheryl asked me to come in her place as a gift to me, her mom’s godchild. In the past few months my aunt has grown quiet; a contemplation of the future. Cheryl said she has slowed down and spends many a passing moment at the doctor’s office, shuffled from one appointment to the next. It is a privilege and honour to be here in her stead. Cheryl and her family have been very gracious and have included me in their daily resort routine.
Although I am extremely grateful, I watch her grandchild play in the deep blue pool with a sadness – Mary should be sitting in my lounger instead of me with her eyes focused on the pool splashing and the casual family conversation and laughing.
I’m back to wondering, pondering and secretly watching to see what I can draw…Maybe the little boy in the red shirt and orange bucket, although, I suspect he’s moving at a speed too fast for my drawing pace.
“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.”
Vincent Van Gogh
“One looks at life as a gift, a painting of lights and darks, each defining the other, not a series of good and bad things. Giving thanks, and often, frees the spirit and makes the heart secure.”
The Little Brown Turtle
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