I miss painting. Not the actual painting on a canvas but anything related to it. Simply sitting in front of an artwork and getting lost in it, digesting the colors; the message the artist wants to convey, the emotion that each stroke evokes. I miss writing about what I felt as I gaze…I miss interviewing the geniuses behind the masterpieces.

This longing was brought about by this single iris that the kids and I found on our way  home. It was the lone blossom from an area of bare earth, so intense was its color that even the blind would notice. Irises remind of Van Gogh and at one point- maybe – 14 years ago I made a copy of his art piece Irises during art class. I learned to admire the work and the artist in the process…

I want to be lost in a kaleidoscope of colors once again, I want to be free and expressive again.