The Bermuda journey

I've a few hours before I leave Bermuda, yet again. I am packed and ready to go. I have come and gone too many times to count, though I have made it a mission to count when I get home...passport stamps will tell me the exact number of visits to this fair isle. Its colours and texture have been a source of inspiration and a dedication to a purpose since 1986, when I first visited. Bermuda opened my eyes to a new world of colour, texture, form,  and drama of the skies. The turquoise waters enthralled me and my artistic journey began. Many visions repeat themselves and, the expanded new me, on each visit, relishes its connection with my past.

Goodbye bermuda, until we meet again

morning

The kiskadee sounds his morning wake-up call and the sun's eastern rays begin their journey towards me. My window here faces north so the morning light traverses across the rooflines just outside the window. They highlight the neighbour's stepped roof. Each morning, the light is slightly different and I awaken, eagar to see the difference.
The last time I was here I did this small series of roofline paintings...