the henna has faded
jet lag has set in
and india already seems like a lifetime ago
but as far away as it feels,
india, as it always does, left its mark
the ocean, wherever it finds you, always has its pull
it is a reminder of how small we are
but how big life can be
in mumbai i found it as i sat on the seawall and sketched and, again, running along carter road with my sister
in goa, i swam in it and breathed it in
cities, too, have their own pull
as i embrace the cold, dreary days that have greeted me since my return home and to what seems like a colorless city, i find myself reflecting on life in mumbai
rich with people and traditions
life is played out in the homes and streets of mumbai in full color
shades of red, orange, blue, yellow, green, and gold color the streets, the people, and the food
all of this color is what makes mumbai and india magical
but it can also render a traveler, like myself, colorblind to the day to day lives–filled with hard work and suffering–of those that live there
and make coming back to milwaukee, painted in grey, difficult to embrace
but, there is nothing like time with family and commuting in a city, however far away, to remind us that there are layers behind every color
and, it is these layers– of history and time, craftsmanship and artistry, family and love– that gives color texture and makes it more vibrant and beautiful
no matter where you are
and so here i am back in milwaukee
in my city re-connecting with friends
in my studio back at work
and in my home with my family
embracing the grey and all of the layers that come with it