At the Flores Guesthouse, Lisbon, Portugal
Where were we? Or should I say, where was I?
When last we talked, I was leaving London, my sister, and covid behind, heading for parts unknown…at least unknown to me. The original plan was to meet my friend Ina who would usher me around Portugal. No need to know the lay of the land or the language…or so I thought!
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I found myself alone in lovely Lisbon. My guest house sat on a hilly and quiet street with pastel colors and sky-high tiled walls. The sidewalks were so shiny they looked wet all the time. Climbing marble stairs dating back to the Romans (I’m guessing), I found myself in a perfect little studio with all that I needed. I decided I would stay here forever, or at least until I needed to buy groceries.
The day was bright and all was right.
Next up: downtown Lisbon and a desperate search for new lodging!
The Blog here.
For more than three months I traveled-Thailand, the US, England, Portugal, and Spain. Drawing and painting is a powerful way to capture a specific place and time. Here are 20 works documenting the epic journey. They are not pictures of the most beautiful sights, or historical treasures, but rather a documentation of where I slept along the way. They represent a jumping off point for remembrance.
In the Mirror series here. Drawings and paintings done on location whenever I am away from home. An artist/traveler’s visual diary.
I am enjoying armchair traveling with you. I love thecombination of your beautiful sketches with a concise description of a memory.