Do you see what I see? I bet you don´t. What we see when we are looking at something or at someone is always affected by something. It´s never only our eyes seeing. It´s our heart. Our experiences. It´s our emotions covering an Image with the most beautiful color, love or pain.
This Image, this view, is peace for me. I see my childhood and my teenage years in it. What you don´t see is me, sitting on a chair next to the window watching the days go by. You can´t hear the sound of the sea, you don´t feel the wind blowing through the curtains and you do not smell the food, that´s being prepared in the kitchen. Or do you? Can you imagine how good laundry can smell, when it´s hanging by the sea? Or how sheltered you can feel, when you show up at sunrise in a tiny little kitchen where a hot coffee and a heart warming smile is waiting for you? You´ve never heard these honest, loving & caring words I´ve heard before I left at night to meet with friends, never been touched by this hand, that slowly gets older, softer and even more gentle. But I did.
This Image, this view, is bonded to my greek Grandmother. And when I look at it, I see her. It is her.
Unbelievable how much an Image can tell, when you know the story behind. And to make you see what I see, there are a few more Images. From behind the view. Right out of my heart.