the henna has faded…
jet lag has set in…
and india already seems like a lifetime ago…

but as far away as it feels,
india, as it always does, left its mark…

the ocean, wherever it finds you, always has its pull…
it is a reminder of how small we are…
but how big life can be…

in mumbai i found it as i sat on the seawall and sketched and, again, running along carter road with my sister…
in goa, i swam in it and breathed it in…

cities, too, have their own pull…

as i embrace the cold, dreary days that have greeted me since my return home and to what seems like a colorless city, i find myself reflecting on life in mumbai…

rich with people and traditions…
life is played out in the homes and streets of mumbai in full color…
shades of red, orange, blue, yellow, green, and gold color the streets, the people, and the food…

all of this color is what makes mumbai and india magical…
but it can also render a traveler, like myself, colorblind to the day to day lives–filled with hard work and suffering–of those that live there…
and make coming back to milwaukee, painted in grey, difficult to embrace…

but, there is nothing like time with family and commuting in a city, however far away, to remind us that there are layers behind every color …

and, it is these layers– of history and time, craftsmanship and artistry, family and love– that gives color texture and makes it more vibrant and beautiful…
no matter where you are…

and so here i am back in milwaukee…
in my city re-connecting with friends…
in my studio back at work…
and in my home with my family…
embracing the grey and all of the layers that come with it…