“The way I see it, I can own anything on Earth, even the Earth itself, if I say it’s mine”.
Spellbound by surreal and wicked tales by my beloved Tove Jansson.
Retracing your footsteps, with “Travelling light” and “The summer book” on Finnair flight (that feature Moomin insignias…) to arid, deserted islands of Pellinge reachable by fishing boat, sleeping under the stars and paddling in rock pools. What she liked more than anything else was the sea… Surrounded by pine trees and total silence…
“An island can be dreadful for someone from outside. Everything is complete, and everyone has his obstinate, sure and self-sufficient place. Within their shores, everything functions according to rituals that are as hard as rock from repetition, and at the same time they amble through their days as whimsically and casually as if the world ended at the horizon.”
Meeting you again back home in Dulwich art gallery…
You were with me on the bench of one of the dead-end tributaries of the Huangpu. When I was frantic and began to think not only about myself but about others. When I realized that we all to each other are close friends, teachers, angels, custodians, mentors and lessons.
Later, we watched the muddy waters of Chaophraya Rive together, flowing in alternating directions beyond Mandarin Oriental’s mooring. Cosmic lizards sailing and pink-blue sunsets reflecting.
As the musicians improvised on The Bambo Bar’s stage in the smokey haze, that sax surged through me, purging my blues and replacing them with a feeling of lightness, like I could live in that moment, live there for the jazz.
Now you are still beside me by the river. Like everything that belongs to me. We continue our mute dialogue. And the water has a memory far longer than our transient lifetimes.
© Elin Vidoff