Spring, the most beautiful season.
Everything is reborn with new life in its passage. It is the pinnacle of life itself and it is natural to associate it with youth.
When I tried to imagine how to portray her I realized that I saw her like this: from behind, backlit and facing the Sun.
When we are young we are too busy exploring life and its wonders to truly appreciate it and become aware of its beauty. We are immersed in it and don't even realize it, deluding ourselves that it will last forever.
When we realize that she is leaving and never to return we would like to hold on to her, we would do anything to make sure she would still be with us.
Then one day we discover the truth: we are the ones who distance ourselves from her.
Now distant we continue to admire it, where we left it; caressed by a light breeze, kissed by the Sun, intent on welcoming our kids, our children, with their backs to us.
For this reason I don't know his face and I couldn't draw it, but I imagine that on his right shoulder blade he has a scar in the shape of Berkana, the runic symbol of renewal, of rebirth.
I like to think she represents the youth that refuses to succumb in each of us, because I am sure that something of her remains within us forever.
And every now and then we turn our gaze and take a look at it. She's always beautiful.
There is a moment in our life in which our two temporal entities meet and compare. I describe my very personal comparison in detail in the book Printemps “Pensieri folli d’un cadavere qualsiasi”.
