It was beautiful day when my grandmother died. She was the one who taught me to hold a pencil in my hand. She taught me what eternal beauty means.
I went to the building at the top of the mountain to see her one last time.
It was just an empty cocoon…. Her beautiful and wild spirit had left her frail body. I was sobbing like a two year old.
When "invisible" things are gone there is nothing left… nothing to see, nothing to show, nothing to express, nothing to paint!!!....
Eventually I will start painting those spirits…. I won't be so interested in physical bodies anymore.
A long line of people was stretching to the top of the mountain. Everybody wanted to say good bye to her, or maybe to that big invisible thing which was here not so long ago.
The funeral procession started to move slowly down the hill. My eyes where locked on a huge blue butterfly cheerfully flying at the top of the mountain. I did not move till it disappeared in bright blue sky. Very gloomy funeral music was playing loud. I was laughing.
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