I am back from ten glorious days on a teeny tiny island floating in the Bahamas.
The island, with its exquisite blue green waters, pink sandy beaches and swaying palm trees, provided me with a great deal of calm in a tumultuous world. I breathed in with the ocean and gazed up at the deep blue sky.
Curiously, a great deal of the local architecture has remains unchanged over the past decades.
Like Havana and Cuba you can see white washed walls and beautifully repainted sides of buildings and doors where color comes thru color, much like an abstract painting.
There are stone walls that wrap around churches, painted a deep yellow or azure blue. These walls at time are pockmarked in quite beautiful and unexpected ways. They reminded me of the surfaces of paintings by Jean Dubuffet and the arte povera movement in Italy in the mid ’30’s.
There are also sections of curved walls where a top layer is painted a different color than the remaining wall. A lime green atop a rich grey, or a deep cerulean blue atop a swath of whitewashed wall. Much of this reminded me of the cakes that I make, as one color sits atop another in unexpected combinations.
On the faces of many buildings are doors, either beautifully faded or painted a deep dark red or lemon yellow creating an unintended richness.
An abstract painting, whether by Komarin or Matisse, where color is applied over other color, scraped down and repainted: all of this appeared around nearly every turn in the road.
I could imagine Vincent Van Gogh, walking these streets, corncob pipe puffing away looking at this magnificence of color, as past and present meet in the Bahamas.