• Nicola Garman

More than just a picture.

My talented friend agreed to draw me a picture. I am delighted. It lives and breathes on my wall and I will never tire of looking at it.

I love art. I love being able to engage with the artist and feel them in their work. It opens my mind and allows me to understand myself and others a little better by connecting with the piece. Having an artist do something specifically for me, that has meaning allows me to physically hang memories and emotions on my wall. Bricks and mortar become my home.

Samuel Beckett. I am a fan. I once took someone I didn’t know well, (but is now still such a significant person in my life) to a series of Beckett plays. The stage was void of cast, lights and set. A single speaker hung from the ceiling and spoke text from 3 plays in French, for 2 hours. I felt naked. Stripped to nothing, sitting next to a stranger in a theatre of strangers. I could hear myself breathe, loudly and out of time and was aware of every movement I made. I could feel and hear all parts of my body working. All smells and sounds were amplified and were louder than the single monotone sound that was coming from the cone hanging above our heads. We are in lockdown and I feel the same. Everything I do and everyone I am is amplified. I look on myself critically, because I have time. I challenge what the world means and what my life is, because I have time.

“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.”

― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

This time though has reignited something in myself. I think; I appreciate; I learn; I am fulfilled; I crave. I am more aware of opportunities to talk, to meet, to develop and realise the rich palette that is living, really living.

“We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!”

― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

So I look upon my wall and see new friendships, old memories, a reminder of the feeling of being isolated and an appreciation for everything that I am and everything that I will become.

Thank you Gillian. That is why a picture is more than just a picture.

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