We used to have those two windows in our apartment with the most beautiful views. One of them is in our bedroom, right across from the bed. It has no curtains for a reason. Some mornings I’d wake up and stay in bed a little longer to watch clouds slowly swimming in the calm ocean of blue skies - hot coffee in my hands, still sleepy, a head full of dreams.
Another window was in a bathroom. One of those tiny types they have in pre-war buildings. I’d always open it when I take showers. I’d often climb on top of a bathtub, stand on my tippy toes, and head outside to watch sunsets. It was my secret portal into the fiery evening skies, flushed with the most beautiful peachy pinks and violets you can only imagine. If I’d let it open in a snowstorm, I’d get fluffy snowflakes melting on my shoulders while taking a hot shower. A couple of months ago, they both were gone. Not literally. They are still there physically, but they lost the view because of one of those newly built ugly condos that proudly rose just a few feet away from our building. So the magical portals turned into the wall. It sort of added to the pile of things we lost in 2020. The strange thing is that every time I look through them, my brain immediately finds one of those past moments in memory and replaces the dark wall with the soft sunset or clear blue skies.
During the lockdown, those portals felt essential; they were my windows to the world which I couldn’t touch while being locked inside for months.
The milky green ocean at the bottom of the painting is my other portal, full of freedom.

Artwork Description

• original painting (frame included)

• watercolor, ink, gouache, and 24k gold leaf on cradled wooden panel

• 8" × 10" × 1” unframed (10 ¼" × 12" × 1" framed)

• signed

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