JORDAN
Amman
Walking the streets of Amman as I do, the canvas talks to me. I try to follow the signs. Which direction to go? This way, that way. I have a feeling flowing through my veins. Always looking at the surroundings. I see a wood shop with a gentleman cutting wood in the back. He looks up 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 the scraps are for but he understands my body language and is willing to give without expectation. The very next day I use all the scraps to create my fingerprint, my relief mural. How special for me to share with him the photo of my art installation. The connection we have in creating art is special. It’s breaks down boundaries. 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…
