It arrived at my most sad moment.
returning, walking back from work, having cried openly all the way to my temporary home, along the roads, with all the bags, on opening the door, the parcel wrapped in brown paper rested on the hall table in my friend’s house.
I knew exactly what it was and whom had sent it.
the generous kindness of Françoise Delot-Rolando, an artist that I have long followed for her beautiful paintings of fragments of clothes. beautiful clothes. She had contacted me a few weeks before asking if she could share the painting she had done of an old cardigan I had knitted some years ago.
on seeing her message to me, i thought she was joking but she was not. I was honoured by her connection. her equisite, detailed, expression in paint of my expression in yarn took my breath away, so you see, i knew what was in the squared parcel wrapped in brown paper. a gem, a gift, a rare thing.
i stupidly opened it whilst on the phone to a service that i thought might listen to my deepest sad moment, a moment that surfaced so strongly that the flood gates couldn’t hold it back – a result of analysing my current housing situation. six months without home, constantly moving from pillar to post, searching, getting one, losing one, then another, and another loss but i began to learn from the losses. all the hours of searching online, phoning for viewings before all the viewing spaces are gone within 2 hours of the property going live on the market, no slowing down of the cruel speed within which hiked-up house prices rise by the week to be bid upon by people paying 20% above the asking price with their hard earned money to be in a ‘best and final’ bidding war where we all offer more over the most we can offer and we are in a whirl wind of houses going for a ridiculous price whatever their state.
i hear of people going to painting residencies labelled, Loss and Renewal, painting into being. everyone has loss and renewal but loss pours from me and i yearn for renewal. in my deep sadness in not finding a home, i am becoming a shell, a husk of what i was – functioning well at work, but not any place else.
BUT – then, there the little orange tin glowed on the floor, sent from France, to remind me of kindness and good. from a good woman who does not know me but for some kind and beautiful reason connected.
Françoise has a keen eye for detail, painting something more than a knitted pattern in a cardigan, more than a fragment of clothing expressed in paint and marks but the nuance of telling the story of a life in a garment.
but this perfectly formed, generous, gift arrives and i cannot take my eyes of its form until finally, i stop blethering about my situation and see a thing in front of me to be most grateful for.
when finally i get a home, and i will, shabby or broken or not, with its high price tag and cost of living in energy and worry, take this painting and it will hang in pride of place and i will be removed from this sad day of mine.
grateful thanks to Françoise Delot-Rolando, for lifting me on this grey evening. Please take a look at her beautiful work on the website or on instagram mentioned below.
6 thoughts on “Tin, paint, paper, creative generosity and kindness.”
Don’t stop. Keep going. All things will be well.
That is so beautiful. I looked on her website to see if there is something similar to buy but your item is by far the most beautiful. I’m sorry things are so sad for you just now and I hope you find a way through in time
You should contact her and commission a new piece
What a lovely thing to receive. Keep strong, it will work out, you have a job, it may not be what you want to do, I don’t know but life has these twists and turns and there are people out here rooting for you.
I have also just looked at this artists work and you have the most beautiful piece of her work. Wishing you well. Merinda
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You can do this. Stay strong. All storms pass. Focus on finding your new space and it will happen, it will.
Lovely, lovely painting. Glad it was there to cheer you up! Hang in there. You’re not imagining that the housing market is insane in many places. Fingers crossed for your perseverance and eventual success. Life is rarely dull, have you noticed, lol? Your own work is an inspiration to many of us. What goes around comes around.