Inspired by Vermeer (1632-1675) – Girl with a Pearl Earring (around 1665) – Oil on canvas – 11,81 x 9,45 inch – SOLD

Hello my little sister …

When I think back to that last look you gave me just before I left, it makes my blood run cold. You seemed to me then both melancholic and resigned, both triumphant and lost, both present and elsewhere. It wasn’t until much later that I understood …

All these years spent by your side, these irrelevant but crucial arguments at the time. Those moments of intense bonding, those tender hugs when you cried all the tears you had, those words made to encourage you to leave your huge sadness behind. It’s as if in just one glance it was all there.

All these hopes and despairs, these misfortunes and stories of our daily life with our dear family. These mutual misunderstandings, these perpetual unspokens, these silences too heavy to bear, all these have filled our young lives. Then one day I decided to let it all go, to give it all up. I have longed to live from this very moment. That very moment when everything suddenly lit up. But I couldn’t tell you about my plans. I betrayed you, then, but it was for my own good, my own salvation. It’s as if in just one glance it was all there.

All this hatred, this toxic environment, this incredible hold that overwhelmed me for years, must no longer affect or invade me, and even less be a part of me. Is it me ? This is not who I am. I put the past behind me. I definitively close this heavy door, so heavy to carry. I want to live my life, finally and more than anything in the world. But I had to make that impossible, difficult choice to leave you for good. I wish you forgive me one day for this one-sided decision. But I’m sure that one day … It’s as if in just one glance it was all there.

Everything is possible now. Everything is finally opening up to me. All this magical synchronicity, until then almost invisible, shows its true face. And you know what ? It’s so amazing!

When I think back to that last look you gave me just before I left, it makes my blood run cold. You seemed to me then both melancholic and resigned, both triumphant and lost, both present and elsewhere. It wasn’t until much later that I understood …

Goodbye my little sister …