We taught and performed with our artist friends Rena Milgrom and Hearn Gadbois.
After our lively arts offerings were over I had a day to collect images
before heading home.
I made quick sketches from the moving trams
and took some photos on the run.
Other things I drew from memory.
Here is some of what I noticed . . .
We plan to visit on Saturday, but when we get there it is closed.
Created in the 15th century there are now over 12,000 graves inside the walls,
possibly far more because it was repeatedly covered with new layers of soil.
As I paint I wonder - why do I this ?
Why not just take photos and send along ?
I recall the irritated guard at the cave in India asking me, "Don't you have a camera?"
Spending the time translating these moments onto the page
I sense the slowing down. There is also an empty feeling that is uncomfortable,
and a not knowing why I continue to offer myself to the world in this way.
I am taking in an experience -
transforming it into a narrative of images with a beginning, middle and end -
making something whole with my life . . .
and sending it out, once again, on the wind.