Artefacts
Recently, I find myself thinking that I often become a casual observer of events in the lives of different people. Looking at how they fuss, try to be in time everywhere, to please everyone, to make everyone happy, it begins to seem to me that they completely forget about the most important thing – about themselves.
Yes, it is quite possible that now, already in my fifties and having achieved a lot, I can calmly reflect on this, while others, like me in their time, devote all of themselves to building their future.
Maybe I’m wrong…
But after all, if you look closely, people, nevertheless, manage to put at the forefront, sometimes, not even their future, but banal things. Gadgets, jewelry, expensive cars – they are ready to give their time, money, even health for the banal right to possess any premium and status thing. They are ready to get into debt, give the last thing, work for days for a pittance just to have a ghostly opportunity to touch such a thing…
Madness…
Looking around my house, I gradually came to the conclusion that the only things I would be willing to give a lot for are things that hold some memories, my memories: my old photos, my art collection.
Yes, the latest collection does hold a lot of memories…
I remember how, for the first time, many years ago, when I arrived in Africa, I was struck by what I saw: the most beautiful nature, creates a truly special rhythm for all its inhabitants, people who live in absolute harmony with the outside world-everything seemed to me somehow fabulous and unreal.
I guess that’s when I started collecting a wide variety of African utensils which I acquired from the beginning at exhibitions, then from local people, and then I was lucky enough to live for a while in one of the tribes.
Yes, now, while remembering your past, you involuntarily think about whether you really wanted this life, whether you acted correctly in certain cases, and would change your mind if you knew to where will it all lead?
This is probably my deepest fear, because I still haven’t answered this question.