Another nostalgia drawing...

I suppose that everyone has his nostalgia (usually it is more than one...) One of mine is the nostalgia of my children, when they were still children... Less than 8-9 years old... Especially, I have the nostalgia of my daughter when she was 6-7 years old. Very sweet, still willing to pose for me, sometimes (at least for photos) and still unshamed that I am not either rich nor famous... In fact, I do not know (nor have I the courage to ask) what she thinks (or feels) right now. She is a young woman, living her life apart, with very very few threads of contact with me or her mother... I wish I could help her more, I wish I could protect her from the harshness and dangers of life. But I can't... So, every time I draw a little girl of 7-8-9 years old, I think of her... How she was. How she changed... How we all changed (for some of us means growing up, for some other growing down... (Not sure that the expression exists but it's relevant.) This is just a pencil drawing of a beautiful young girl, with that grace and beauty my daughter had also...

Nostalgia

I don't even know if the word exists, in this form, in English... Maybe it's more like melancholy ? (Well, I checked and it exist; meaning homesick...) In my meaning, it's more like a mellow sadness, a resigned regret that time passes and the youth with it... This watercolor (and acrylic ink) is a landscape of a very special place, for me: it's called something like the Village Technical Museum (whatever!) and it's situated in a large forrest near the city of my childhood and youth: Sibiu, in Romania. A great place with a few lakes and a lot of fire trees and oaks, etc. I've spent a lot of time wandering about that forest, in the summertime... Of course, in my nostalgic memories, it is even more beautiful than this painting...

I don't know why but it sems I'm not able to upload an image anymore... I'll try again later... Sorry, folks!