I enjoy a warm coffee in the garden next to the mosque. My whole day was filled with special warmth and comfort. Although I spent the whole day looking at colorful houses and countless paintings in the large gallery, something concrete managed to give birth in my mind. Gentle, warm colors, slightly fuzzy, ethereal, just like for watercolor. My new paints arrived yesterday. Someday I would also try a watercolor with natural pigments that I made myself, but until then I will need an even greater power of inspiration. Probably after Barry.
