I am looking at these paintings I created many years ago and I can't really remember what
generated them. When I used them on the blog, under the second image I wrote:
'temporary destination'. ?
When I'm not talking about the course of a day or a holiday destination, I sometimes
ask myself, what is the purpose of my own life's journey? I have expressed this
question before. Was what I'm doing now meant to be? I don't have a clear answer.
Even if what I do I like. But it doesn't seem enough to me. It's as if something is missing...
Or maybe the joy of travel, with all the intermediate - temporary destinations,
is the answer... It seems a plausible answer, so I close this loop, without reservations.
It stayed open for too long!

Ma uit la aceste tablouri create de mine cu foarte multi ani urma si nu reusesc
sa imi aduc aminte cu adevarat ce le-a generat. Cand le-am pus pe blog, sub a doua
imagine scrisesem: 'destinatie temporara'. ?
Atunci cand nu vorbesc de parcursul unei zile sau o destinatie de concediu, ma intreb
uneori, ce tinta are propria calatorie a vietii? Am mai rostit aceasta nedumerire. Ceea ce
fac acum era menit sa fie? Nu am un raspuns limpede. Chiar daca totusi sunt lucruri pe
care le fac si imi plac. Insa nu mi se pare suficient. Parca lipseste ceva...
Sau poate ca bucuria calatoriei, cu toate destinatiile intermediar - temporare, este
chiar raspunsul... Mi se pare un raspuns plauzibil, asa ca inchid aceasta bucla, fara
retineri. A ramas prea mult timp deschisa!
#Fiction Monday (172) - A new chapter