Lasting Impressions
When I was about 13 years old, I went to a friends place to hang out. Her father had a strange guest there. From memory the guest had dark hair just past her shoulders, long black finger nails, but she wasn’t gothic looking. She reminded me more of a gypsy. While we were inside, I looked up and saw this women staring intensely into my eyes. “You’re an artist aren’t you!” She stated. “Yes?” I said quietly, wondering how she knew that… ”An artist” she said again. I could see the passion on her face, like she was overcome with emotion. She said more about me, but sadly I can’t recall every word. But that intense moment of someone looking into my heart has stayed with me ever since. I have met many people since who have left lasting impressions, like a couple that lived on Halswell Street, in Whanganui, back when I was at art school. The man Robbie would do chakra healing and his wife Banyan would do intuitive drawings with pencil. I remember thinking, “What is ...