the road through the mountains
a path – lines.
experiences – colors.
stories – textures.
process. transformation. play. unending journey. seeking inspiration. new perspective. again. again. I have been here before – have I?
some things never change. I thought I knew the path…
colors, contrasts, textures – the mountains smile down. eternal witnesses of memories and stories. the path through the mountains – new territory. the old one fading. what memories to keep? what colors and shapes remain? what is the new, the never-noticed-before?
The sun is bright that day in Dushanbe. I close my eyes. The sun finds its way through my eyelids. The dust burns under the skin. Red-orange wild shapes dance at a painful speed. Pomegranates. Pomegranates…so sweet. The entire journey of this summer imprints itself behind my closed eyes. The voices of people, the smells turn into colors. I give in. The hidden path captures me. Ready to release on a canvas. There is no other way. Dust settles…
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