I am in the north of France, sitting outside with my Winsor & Newton color box, musing and doing some art journaling. Memories of Provence: I am thinking of blue and purple lavender and succulents on rocky ochre grounds. There is something with the light of this region, an abundance of beautiful light that makes my creative heart sing.
Memories of France find it’s beginning way back in time when I was only six weeks old and my parents took me with them on a road trip to France, in an old Beetle. Quite adventurous. We went to Brittany and of course I don’t remember anything about it. But it wouldn’t be my last time visiting because since then, France would be our destination for the summer holidays. So it wasn’t the lavender I remember being a little girl but the smell of sea and the feel of sand between my toes. Those vacations bring back some lovely childhood memories. Growing older, having children of our own, we also…