It’s funny how inspiration strikes you. On holiday (I just came back a little over two weeks ago) I loved to watercolour a bit in the mornings. So, I would keep thinking of nice things to paint, but on this particular day, I couldn’t come up with anything. The past few days I had drawn and painted a castle by the sea, many variations of fern leaves (will show you those later). but today…I couldn’t really think of anything to draw/paint. I was stumped.
And when you’re stumped..what do you do? You head to the kitchen of course. And there, I spotted these beauties. In the city, you rarely see oranges with the leaves still on them. Atleast, I never have. I’ve never even seen an orange tree in real life. But here, out in the desert, you find these beauties. Yessir..oranges, freshly picked. (Of course, these were bought in the town market. That’s the specialty of the market though. Freshly picked produce.)
Now don’t ask me why oranges made me think of ice creams, macaroons, cakes, etc, fruit salad and pomegranates. Come to think of it, it probably wasn’t the orange that inspired me. It was the fact that it was a perfectly sweet fruit, waiting to be picked and filled with potential. And I just explored my own artist thought here, somehow. I don’t know. Art is mysterious that way. But always very beautiful.