… palimpsest of memory …
… and so, as simply as that, the moment came when everything made sense … the wefts of an entire life were repositioned … took on substance … demanded attention … time for me to take a breath … to pause … to re-read what has already been said … and there were so many things … and they had so much to say … notes, clippings, drawings and thoughts … cards, passes, tickets, IDs … they were all there … reverently kept in the book of life … everything is a “green light” to somewhere, you think to yourself … to the next step … to a new experience … to new knowledge … to a new beginning … to the other shore … all these things – these experiences – shaped your life … and your choices … desires and sensations of a lifetime … and now you can … you can give it back the value demanded by that sketch … that photo that you risked shooting then … that work you so facilely rejected … the icon that patiently accompanied you in your studio … that talisman you kept since then … those words you wrote but hesitated to utter … I believe it was anger that overflowed from inside you at the terrible injustice … the terrible vulgarity … but now, all these things are together, again … fully conversing and communicating … sending a loud and clear message … weaving a new microcosm … the one of today … of now … and bound together as they are: of forever … and you, fulfilled and grateful once again for the blessing of expression … for the good fortune to become the conduit of this divine energy … to experience this redemptive power of art … you felt you were partaking of the great truth … only a big THANK YOU can flood your being … for all the things you saw … for all the things you experienced … for the essence of the things that you understood … for all the things that “you brought to art” …
Lina Pigadioti – Tzima