Ready or not, the new year is slowly but surely gathering pace. Monday will be the first day back for a few of us, the Monday afer a few more and so on until January is over again. It won’t take long either.
This year feels like a good one though. I’m not optimistic by nature, try as I might. And yet I can’t help but sense the winds of change for the better blowing my way.
It’s been a while.
When I was in Italy mid 2012, an admirer of the blog gave me a gift. An oil painting, no less. German Expressionist c. 1940 we thought, judging by the canvas. My benefactor said I was to do with my painting whatever I liked, but that he hoped I could use it to get back to Italy sooner. He was thinking ebay. But like the hopeless romantic I am, there it hangs in my room. Newly framed. Pride of place, right above the desk.
I look up at it often when I’m writing the blog actually. It’s the first thing I see when I wake up and the last before I close my eyes to sleep. ‘Guarda che si fa presto ad affezionarsi’ warned the admirer. And he was right. But it’s also true that everyday that painting’s there, it reminds me that someone had faith. Has faith in what I do. What I might still become. And that’s a big thing. Bigger than he realised perhaps. Or perhaps he knew all along.
It’s nice to think so.