I have always thought that I needed no friends, I needed no other person with a different opinion when I was creating a new piece of art. I was wrong…
I had never been a wolf, I had no pack and I have no best friends “now”. I know that this might sound lonely but it’s not the way it seems to be to me; I have friends but it’s just that I don’t follow. I am just a mighty wild cat.
“Some of Timo’s vinyls, one of the million of photos he used to send me.”
When I met Timo for the first time, I was so happy to have a chat with a Finnish person and specially a Finnish artist (I am kind of in love with Finnish people having in my family two Finnish cousins). Days later and after a couple of messages Timo asked me to come to my place to pose for him helping him doing some sketches, I thought “Weird ” but there was something that sounded really serious about him so I agreed. May be his voice and his Finnish way to divide the Italian language into many syllables.
“One of Timo’s last paintings, I lived every single brush of it.”
When he sat in front of me holding his sketch book and the small box of charcoals, I was trying to hide that I was feeling so uncomfortable with this unusual situation but he went on and did a couple of poses. He watched my big library and he left. This was the beginning of a friendship that made my life more precious and my art a better one.
I can’t tell you now using some words and a bunch of lines what his friendship meant to me. I won’t be fair; it was a continuous growing relationship each day.
I am going to tell you though that yes it was a unique friendship, I used to receive a dozen of Finnish poetry I don’t understand and I used to reply singing in Arabic that he didn’t understand but yet he was one of the most delicate persons I ever met.
I miss you my friend.
