It now seems like being in Morocco was ages ago, but I'm still painting from some of the photographs I took. A week after we got home, there was a bombing in a cafe in the Marakesh market--a cafe that my husband had wanted to go into for lunch. Interestingly, we never felt any discomfort or fear in Morocco.
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This has such a quiet beauty Kathryn.Your colors! Perfection.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful edges. Really nice.
ReplyDeleteWonderful value changes in the whites. Love the edges also. Agree there is a quiet beauty here. Great job!
ReplyDeleteLove everything about this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments! In a way, the women of Morocco that we encountered on the street were not very accessible, though they willingly returned a smile. But one young women riding a motorbike stopped next to the horse drawn carriage we were on in Marakesh. She was dressed in Moroccan women's wear--the long robe and the special scarf tightly covering all but her face. So it was with a woman's instinct that I gave her the "thumb's up" and she smiled and nodded and took off down the city street.
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