Almost fifty years ago, when Jackie was young, she traveled from England to Sweden. There, she met a young Portuguese called José Catarino. She liked his handsome looks and calm demeanor. Jackie returned to England and José to Portugal. And that was supposed to be the end of the story.
But Jackie could not forget José. So, she looked for a job in Lisbon. She found one, as an English tutor to the children of a wealthy Portuguese family. As her flight landed in Lisbon, she marveled at the warm light that made the rooftops look pink. She promised silently that, if she could, she would stay in this enchanted city. It took her some time to find José. But, once she found him, she never let him go.
Jackie Catarino became a painter. Her canvases burst with bold shapes of contrasting colors. And, under the edges, where the shapes meet, lies the shimmering light that she first saw on the rooftops of Lisbon.
Salt of Portugal 
You are a poet! And where can we find more of her work?
Pedro Teles has a large collection of her paintings.
Interesting! Do you know the work of Mariola Landowska, Polish painter, living since many years in Portugal? http://www.mariolalandowska-art.com
We do not know Landowska but we will definitely check her out, thanks!
Beautiful story. Yesterday, I met a woman who had a similar one, except she’s looking to reconnect with a Pedro (not Jose).
Perhaps she too will become a painter.