(Excerpt from my book,Â The Artist on the Road: Impressions of Greece)
After returning on the last boat back to Mykonos, I choose to hit the streets again to find another place to draw rather than return to the hotel. I feel energized by my success over the last couple of days, and I hope to retain this creative spirit. I set out from the docks and into Mykonosâ€™ jungle of streets. Itâ€™s almost dinner time, and the smell of grilling chicken and pork souvlaki fills the air. This will be a good way to work up an appetite. While wandering along a tree-lined pathway, I stumble upon a familiar taverna where we ate gyros yesterday. Iâ€™m beginning to feel hungry, but Iâ€™m more interested in drawing, at least for the moment. Looking ahead, the path branches in two separate directions and provides both a good place to sit and a good vantage point from which to draw. I situate myself on a short wall and watch people pass by in their best evening wear, talking, laughing, eating. Iâ€™m thoroughly enjoying being here and being a part of it all. Even though Iâ€™m not Greek, Iâ€™m beginning to relate to the local culture.