So my Europe trip is coming to an end. It’s almost time to be flying home. Which is not such a bad thing actually. I’m looking forward to getting back to my new apartment and my cozy bed. It’s exhausting living out of a suitcase. I won’t mind if I don’t see another train again for a long time.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to do as much on-site drawing or painting as I would have liked, however, I can’t wait to get back and start some oils. I’ve realised that sketching and watercolours only really inspire me in Plein Air. I can’t bring myself to sketch or watercolour from reference photographs. I need my oils and my canvas.
I’m in Copenhagen at the moment – it’s freezing cold and wet. Then back to London for a night before flying back to Asia.
This trip has been surreal to say the least. There were moments when I knew where I was; when there was no denying that I was standing in the middle of The Sistine Chapel, neck craned in an unnatural fashion, staring at the creation of man; or perched on a bridge over-looking a narrow canal lined with beautiful Venetian architecture – yet at the same time trying to convince myself that I was actually doing it. That it wasn’t something I was watching happen. It was me.
Very strange. I had to stare at the Eiffel Tower, unblinking, to believe I was looking at it and not some strange peeping tom using my eyes.
It has been an amazing trip. Hopefully, I’ll be back to see all the other stuff I missed. For now, I’m looking forward to some Thai food.
