rainy day
Rainy day in Morocco. Almost an Event in the dusty dry town of Taghazout.
We sat with my sister in a little local cafe. It was quiet on the promenade. Rain tapping on the tarp that kept us dry, seagulls screech penetrating the bones and the soft healing hum of the ocean. A wild spectacle took place on the shore and it made me think of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, when he asked “why is it that the hardest thing in the world is to convince a bird that he is free…”
I thought of the texture all the time. Layers in structures that surrounded us everywhere. I like when things make sense. When all flows in agreement within the order of logic and heart into which I created my bubble. It was different here. There was a free-form of layers unruly displayed all around in a moroccan mosaic like manner and somehow it made perfect sense and somehow it evoked freedom in my heart. I don’t know if it was the structure or the chaos, but it was magical.
