The frost past Saturday morning might have been the last (visual) sign of winter. The pale colours made me think of water colours. Perhaps I should give it a go, for the first time in many years?
Water, reed and the occasional boat. This is what it looks like where I grew up, by one of Sweden’s many lakes. How special to have this view also here, in a city close to Amsterdam, in one of the most densely populated countries in Europe. I ignore the car traffic and just let my eyes indulge in this view. My eyes drink, like a thirsty wanderer.
In the end, I didn’t do any water colour painting at all past weekend. Instead, I played with a pair of brass earrings, experimenting with beads of different size and style.
I’m curious to know: which version do you prefer – left or right?