Now it has been a month since boarding the plane home.
The red eye we caught was full of people leaving Paradise.
I was imagining what they were feeling sitting in the waiting room to take them to their other lives. the lives that happened before.
My brother was texting me advice to not get on the plane. He said just run away from the plane that takes you away from the beautiful.
He was right.
Everyone at the gate was sitting there with this dazed look on their face. It was as though they had just come from the beach 10 seconds before finding their bodies suddenly sitting in an airport gate. . They had sand in their hair. Everyone was brown and rosy and full of the sun. and the moon. and the stars.
Now I am painting a show to bring all that experience to people that might not have been or who are waiting patiently to go back.
The warm breeze filled with flower ripe mangosteens and salty sun takes your mind to another space.
How do I convey that. on canvas with ink that has been my friend for a long time.
I need the ink to flow under and around the warm air. I want to feel it again.