"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.
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.
La Strega Donna Darkwolf and Pink Camelias on our 7th anniversary in 2014.
Déjà Vu as I take this photo. The pink flowers and the beauty they surround reminds me of a painting I did so long ago.
Such a surprise - That I have to hunt it out to show Donna when we eventually get home.
We made it this far.
My Shiny Wife tells me: "I'm mad about you. MWah!"
She drives me crazy.
She says I drive her mad!
Donna booked us in to the the very last Orchard Cottage at the end of the row.
Number SEVEN!? on the Boschendal Wine Estate for the week-end.
"As far away as we can get from other visitors!" - Donna victoriously proclaims.
We had breakfast on the restaurant patio. After a lazy morning, we are now driving the WOLF back to our cottage, taking our picnic basket with us.
We are not going to sit with the hoi-polloi on the lawns.
We will have our "lazy lunch" at a small dam near our cottage. And crank up the music in WOLF, "so that we can dance - if we want", my Shiny Wife tells me.
Dressed in her Oriental-style robe, Donna Darkwolf once again blew away the other guests at breakfast.
As we were passing the wall of Camelias, I noticed that the pink of the flowers complimented her robe, and I had Donna pause for me. . .
Click! The inevitable photo-op.
As we dance to our Wedding Bossa Nova wafting out from The WOLF, I am reminded of the words from "My Love" by Florence + the Machine.
Our feet dont touch the ground -
"I was always able to write my way out
Song always made sense to me ///
So tell me where to put my love
Do I wait for time to do what it does?
I don't know where to put my love"
Writers: Florence Welch / Dave Bayley
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