JORDAN
Amman
Walking the streets as I do. The canvas talks to me. I follow the signs. Which direction to go? This way. I have a a feeling. Always looking at the surroundings. I see a wood shop with a gentleman cutting wood in the back. He looks at me and I smile. He invites me in. Our communication is limited, but we are brothers. WE share stories, laughs, and a common love for our material. I ask for scraps. He is not sure what for but he understands and is willing to give without expectations. The very next day I use all the scraps to create my fingerprint, my installation. How special for me to share with him the photo, the connection we have in crating art. Two days later I’m in Cyprus and he sends me a photo of more wood scraps I can have. The smile on my face is grand. Until next time Amman, Jordan…
