upstairs, it is goodbye to the colors of Miro. “Birds surrounding the star of hope” – that is how 2003 had started, in the calendar, and in real. i had a ticket to fly back then. Thursday 8th of January, to Bombay. it feels like a week ago, like a lifetime ago.
memories of India in my mind, i walk downstairs, to turn another page of time. the calendar in the floor, it is a museum. at least that is what is written on its top: Museum der Malerei – museum of painting.
here, the new time doesn’t come in months, but in weeks. a new sheet, a new artist, a new painting, a new mood every week. i open the first page, and stand there, stunned, as i see the past turning to present again. for in this first week of the new year, the calendar, from all artists of the world, features: Miro.
his figures, here they take shape again, forming the end of 2004 and at the same time the beginning of 2005. the title of the painting: “Schwalbe Liebe” – Bird Love. so perfect. even if i had tried to plan it, i wouldn’t have figured that one out so neatly.
"Let more moments of the year take wing like this," i say to the old mechanic clock that watched the scene. "Tick Tock," it answers.
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Yesterday while packing I found a never used photocalendar from a trip to Oregon--for 2004.
Ravishing pictures of waterfalls, Mt. Hood covered in snow, ripe berries, timely only for the day. A gift ungiven but still received.
Off to the Mayan jungle, in search of a new year!
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