colour

elogedelart.canalblog.com 
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two years older than my own mother, and he's (unlike her) sounding like a monument. he's looking it too. he is totally unknown to me, but here's what happens. 

http://www.borntobenervous.com/

i am drawn to the posture of a man in a checkered shirt, on the telly. his voice screetches a little. he's talking about marit, being a precious gem in his later life. he finds himself in front of the camera. the backgrounds are chaotic but colourful. i don't mind the atmosphere of the interview and start listening. it takes one and a half minute exactly to realize i am witnessing gold.

http://evewithoutadam.net/

the man's wit, wisdom and creative abilities fill the screen in spinning succession. he's painting a portrait of marit in a tiny sketchbook. colours on paper. then i look around. on the walls, on the shelves, in the air, colour specks crackle. depth and vibrancy of colour. his late partner soames (bantry) in a few black and white portrait pictures. the memory of her. i'm sure i freeze. at some point i start crying. i rarely experience this. i feel like i have come home. 

http://www.lensculture.com/

photographer and painter saul leiter is showing selected work in gallery fifty one, in antwerp, until october 29th. a surprisingly illustrate artist at arm's length. i feel lucky.