Life had become stagnated and I felt like I was stuck in a rut. I decided, on impulse, to seek solitude in the mountains to contemplate. To be away from the wear and tear of everyday problems.
I had little contact with the outside world. In this state, I can do things that surprise even me. I took a chance and went to visit the Bedouins who live in the mountains – a decision which I am now very happy about.
I first stopped in their village in a guest house with a shower and a bed – just the essentials! The people were so kind and I was immediately taken to meet a few big families. Their warm and welcoming approach resonated with me and since then, we have become good friends.
I trekked and rode by donkey to reach some of the caves that are carved into the mountains. I felt calm and relaxed and lucky for me, I had brought a canvas and paint so decided to work on some of my art.
A long time ago I read that if you want understand the Bedouins – live amongst them for a week”. I stayed for 11 days and after this my life changed. I felt myself going back to my childhood when visiting the village where my grandparents lived. Even the food was similar, a simple setting, without ostentatious luxury, yet at the same time insanely cosy. The aroma of delicious food cooked on an open fire and the captivating conversations about life – this, for me, was the epitome of comfort and family warmth, where you feel that you really don’t need to hide behind a mask. You can just be yourself, live for today and be happy.
The problems in the past become just a story, but not one to keep churning over in your head. This is what these people taught me, for which I am so grateful to them. The energy of the mountains, landscapes, emotions, for a long time will be a part of my paintings, memories for life, which I will definitely share on canvas.