I just took a much deserved holiday on the
island of Bali. It wasn’t my first
visit, and I did my best to steer clear of the usual tourist spots filled with
cheap T-shirts and overflowing beer. As far away from the madding crowd I
strove to be, and I largely succeeded. Bali
will always hold a strange captivation for me, which began when I was struck
dumb by a Walter Spies painting at a local museum. Below is his ‘Morning Light’,
it is simply sublime. He was a German artist whose life was inextricably intertwined
with Bali. My stay this time was spent
partially at his original home in Ubud, which has been turned into a chalet
style spa resort, I'm sure the process has made it lose much of its mystique. Commercialization cannot be helped I suppose.
The paradox is how else was I to get the chance to stay in such a special place?
Morgenlicht
Bali is beautiful, and filled with art. Her
paddy terraces are best experienced in the early morning before the sun grows
fierce, or in the late afternoon when it starts to retire over the horizon…
The Balinese are artistic, and this is
reflected in the art and jewelry they create.
A typical landscape painting below features the ubiquitous paddies and Mt.
Agung barely discernible in the leafy background.
A few of my favorite souvenirs this time:
Silver mother of
pearl earrings
Coral jewelry
Moonstone dangle earrings
The closest thing to paradise on earth...at Tanah Lot
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