Just near the entrance, a painting caught my eye: a swan, regal and calm, with a wild bouquet of flowers blooming from its back. I laughed. Actually laughed. It disarmed me completely — I smiled like the Cheshire Cat, caught off guard by its strange familiarity. The piece — by Jordy Kerwick — was surreal, mythic, and quietly magnetic. I live in Bali, where people are friendly, so I asked the man nearby, “What is this?” For a moment, I was anyone. I was an artist. A traveller. A woman in love with colour and oddities. I looked down at the word “Press” on my lanyard and decided — maybe I’d write something after all.
