Christine Ferrera

I saw this painting while walking along the Mediterranean. At least, I think it was this painting. By the time I got back to my hotel, fetched my camera and returned a day later, it was different than I remembered. I can’t say how, it just felt different. I remember walking up and down that windy street for miles feeling disconnected from the people I was traveling with, being hassled by strangers, wondering if that was the sign I came back for. Now, my recollection of a shaky memory is further frustrated by the passing of time and that uncertainty gnaws at me. Was this awkwardly rendered painting of an angel with a swan for a crown the gem I spotted while casually strolling? Or was there a more peculiar, much more sublime sign tacked up in the bank lobby on the next block?