The last day in Paradise. We had packed our bags and had one day left before catching the late plane home. There was one place to see: beautiful Amed. Mount Agung that we had been admiring was around again, this time basking in the sun and looking out over a beautiful bay. From Tulamben Mount Agung seemed scooped up in wilderness, but here it was majestically seated in full view. Jeroen found me a great spot to sit and paint for the last time this trip.

It felt like the cherry on top of my painting journey. I had learned so much that this last one came more easily. Changing light, using this medium on the go, often sitting semi-comfortably on an Instragrammable beanbag. The waiters came over for the ritual I’d observed before: admiring, giving advice on the things they see daily and I miss out on, talking about their own creative dreams. The day stretched out and when the sun started to set, I was done.

This painting holds that timeless moment of a last day to remember.

Mount Agung from Amed – 21 x 29,5 cm watercolour painting, 2019