Jacques Brel at Peckham

Last week in our studio Jacques Brel revealed and the train has stopped.

Although he was very quite that day and had no interest in paintings or sketches or full colour copies or other goodies left on the desks or easels. He was just wondering why people do carry about this separate spaces for them selves? Why have they divided this beautiful space into the 10 square meeter boxes? Where is the clue hidden? 

Jacques Brel in the dark sweater, Peckham 2012

Then he said to me: 

– I don`t believe in the dirty mugs and rotten mops. I rather believe in the melody expressed with the words – he emphasized his opinion with the sharp hand gesture.

– You mean the singing – I urgently asked. He just nodded his head. His masculine torso was wrapped in the woolen, dark sweater (hard to say which color and was it lamb wool or cashmere I really don`t know). His nodding head made me think. 

 

Later on, when I came back with the washed mugs in one hand and cut forefinger in the other, I heard they whistling with Kuba one melody. But I didn`t recognize what it was. So I felt foolish and uninformed like when listening an opera (especially the Mozart).

Jacques Brel and Kuba whistling, Peckham, 2012

The charming couple, Peckham, 2012

I almost forgot, we were accompanied by the charming couple, unfortunately don`t know their names. They were mainly concentrated on themselves and good for them.

I wish got that moment back today, instead of dealing with completely different kind of people. We never appreciate or sometimes even recognize the moment, and the extraordinary connection, which appears very rarely these days.

Peckham, 2012