Getting out of the warm ferry and into the largest, still small town of the island, I know most places from back 30 years when I walked around the streets painting watercolors here, for the first time
I heard the voice so many times - telling us aboard the ferry, that soon we will reach our destination... It was time to get up from the floor underneath the tables, pack down the sleeping pad and bag. And put my backpack on again...
There is a bench here, it has a lamp over it, so during the day, and still in the dark Scandinavian evenings, I could continue to paint. I sat watching people walking by and did many street sketches of people from here
Could sit here in the afternoons, after the schoolkids had left, and just watch the light, and study the sculptures in the winter days
Walking past the square on a windy day, getting a cheap cup of coffee and a croissant from the 7-11 on the corner and placing myself so I can paint the place... So many times
When I started out on watercolors I painted the sky, but I lost it studying architecture. Painting the sky was a no-go on the Royal Academy...
Through the years I've seen a few art material shops come and go, just here used to be two, wonder if they all went online, or just away?