For the First Time

There comes a day when everything is new and for the first time. I am preparing a new exhibition. For the first time I bought world masters’ lithographs. For the first time I am launching a world premiere There and Here at the same time. For the first time There is actually Here. For the first time it's not about different worlds, separated by deep prejudices having formed our  personality and our national mentality. For the first time.

Two hours ago I came back along the winding streets of the old resort, close to the sea and I took care not to miss the building - cold wind is blowing, mixed with humidity and drizzle, just like in the old Netherlands. I came back into my new studio for the first time. Air conditioners were working hard and I had left the lights in the corridor on. I unpacked from the paper the new glasses and dishes. I took out the wine from the fancy round cardboard box-not very old Merlot (no need to be very old, bouquet comes out after the third year) I opened it with the new corkscrew and lit a candle, then poured into two new glasses. One for me. The othercomes for it is not good to drink good wine alone.

Two weeks left before the exhibition – I need to print on heavy, expensive paper Turner  the masterpieces of Matisse, Picasso, Chagall, Calder and other, as well as landscapes of wild Kara Dere and White Rocks. I will put them in a box - like handmade book in small number of signed prints. Not more than 50 pieces. I hope they will be enough. Wondering if there will be any left for New York? I have not been in New York. And this will be for the first time, as well.

I will get them uploaded In Luxury during the week. I'm not for the first time in Who's Who. It's not that important. The important thing is that I have learned how to turn what is exciting to me also significant for the others. Perhaps that is success. I do not know. For the first time.