Many years ago, at the start of Gigliocooking, my dear friend Sue Campbell told me, in an assertive way: “Your school attracts only special people”.
Today I dare to say that the people are all special, although in different ways and although often they don’t even know.
On Monday – today is Thursday – a Special Lady started the weekly course at Gigliocooking. Her name is Chan Chuan; she is from California, original from Taiwan and with a Japanese background.
She is an entrepreneur for hobby.
Her job is art.
At the end of this text You Readers will discover why I wrote this un-common sentence.
Ms Chan loves Italy and she comes every year for painting and for cooking. In the last few years she has been attending the art school Accademia del Giglio (what a coincidence!).
She says:
- This is the first painting I did.
Me:
- Really??!
My eyes are wide open.
- Yes! the teacher asked me to copy the painting and I did this.
She showed me a copy to a painting of Leonardo da Vinci.
Now also my mouth is wide open.
She goes on:
- It is easy for me. I had never done it before. I had never painted. The teacher asked me to do it and I did it. I don’t know why it is so easy for me. I didn’t think I was able to draw and to paint.
- When my friends discovered I am able to paint, they started to ask me to paint their portrait.
She showed me some painting made with the iper-reality technique and I though they were photos. For privacy reason I will not post them here.
Many years ago, in Maine, during one the parties I organized, whil everybody was enjoying food, wine, and conversation – it was a standing buffet – , I noticed a gentleman leaning against a wall, with his hands in the pockets. He was constantly moving his hands. Sometimes “I dare” and I make an un-suspected cheeky face. Thus, I went close to hime and I asked:
- What are you doing?
He took out his hands off the pockets and showed me a human head shaped in a piece of plasticine. I wide opened my eyes ( it seems to be my thing):
- How did you do that?
- Moving my hand in the pocket
He destroyed his work and put the shapeless piece of plasticine again in the pocket.
- Why did you destroyed it? it was beautiful!!
- Just because I can do it again, or doing something else. The fun it to do.
- Are you an artist?
- Not officially. but this is my real job.
I must have had an interrogative expression, as he continued:
- Yes! this is my real job! Then I do the banker for hobby.