Suddenly, a funny apparition appears next to me: a dark man in a floral suit, very colourful, very exotic, very sculptural. His linen suit, full of flowers, roses, reminds me of a garden, so cheerful, so far removed from the usual colourlessness and convention. I can’t help but speak to him. To me, he is a living sculpture that should be in a gallery, among the ceramics and vases, objects and paintings. He belongs there, as if he is looking for his place or has run away from it. I see him as a part of this whole, a ‘living sculpture’.
I hear he has Brazilian roots. He is not from Curaçao or the Caribbean. He speaks excellent Dutch. After an exchange of conversation and a gratifying enthusiasm on my part, we continue our visits separately. He invites me for a drink afterwards. A living sculpture. Isn’t that lovely? I can just see him strolling through my gallery, engaging in conversation with visitors or standing in a corner as a silent fill-in exercise between the other works. I had never thought of that before!
Towards the end of the evening, when I am in row 4 and still have to walk the last corridor, I tap his shoulder, call his name, which is Sony: very musically, and let him know that I still want to finish that corridor.
I disappear, he too, and afterwards I wait in the restaurant at the front, hoping that he will show up. I am curious. It happens after a quarter of an hour. He invites me for a coffee, finds a table and a conversation starts. I ask him about his activities. Is he a journalist? Is he an artist? None of the above. I’m looking for art as a link to something other than technical thinking: creative feeling. Poetry of art, dream that yearns.
I can live with that.
I tell him about my husband, my son, my grandchildren. I see his eyes getting restless. Had he thought otherwise?
He is an intelligent, very aware man and, when asked, gives me his telephone number and e-mail address. Good. That way, I can expand the contact and show him around my art gallery one day.
Strange to meet a man who had so much in common: his travels to Ukraine, visiting the same places, taking the same train and having the same visions in life regarding man, a destructive being, who destroys out of lust for destruction and thus stages the downfall of his world.
Animals instinctively kill just for the sake of their survival!
None of these are common views even among conscious people.