"Nos Études Le Grand Cahier: IV." Conducted by Pavel Lyubomudrov w. Metamorphose
String Orchestra. Feat. Mikael Samsonov on violin. (2017-10-20)
Camille, The Pretty Witch on A Rainy Day (painted in 1977).
The beginning of a premonition eludes us sometimes.
Sometimes not
The Moment that a glimpsed vision is destined to become the first page
in in your Large Notebook might be missed
I did not miss mine - I woke up to it.
Ma Jolie Sorcière - La Première page de mon Grand Cahier
An event occurs. . . we feel a strangeness. . .
For a moment we are uneasy and disoriented.
Was that a flash-back? To a memory of something forgotten?
A jolt of De ja Vu?
Or a memory of a scene in a movie? Or a book we have read?
Or a recall of a fragment of a forgotten dream?
And I was walking thru' the central park in Cape Town. As I did every
morning - walking to work.
Amongst the flow of people walking to work.
It was winter of 1977. My first winter in Cape Town. Cold and raining.
And that was my first encounter with Camille.
Slender and graceful. She appeared distant and aloof.
Unconcerned with the bustle of people about her.
She was 'not from here. A stranger, in a strange land?
She was such a strange girl.
I saw her in the Park -
Every morning and evening as we each walked to and from work.
She moved with a self-contained serenity.
Her marble expression conveyed nothing
But her steady and purposeful stride told everything.
That - and her Witches hat.
On a day that it was raining - and she was without her black umbrella,
I offered her shelter under my umbrella as we walked.
We became lovers.
I discovered that she was a Witch. Really.
A real Witch.
She had told me that her stay in Cape Town was short - and that she would
be returning to France.
She inspired this water-color that I painted, way back in 1977.
I never forgot her.
Then - one day, a life time later- in 2007 - I found THE Witch.
