|Girl by Charlie Mackesy|
It seems almost a lifetime ago that we bought this picture. Young, newly married and carefree we found ourselves quite unexpectedly one evening, at a gallery in London’s west end. I can remember that night so clearly. We went along for the fun of it, for the free champagne. It was all terribly proper. We didn’t expect for one minute to buy anything. And then, there she was, right before us; ‘Girl’.
It was not the case that one of us liked her more than the other. We both instantly connected with her. So, we bought her, on the spot. We took her home and hung her on the living room wall. A few days later my mother visited. ‘ Well, it’s you isn’t it?’ she said. The thought had never occurred to me, and when I asked my husband, he said it hadn’t occurred to him either.
Girl has hung on our wall now for seven years. In that time, countless visitors and friends, old and new, have asked; ‘Is that you?’. Physically, I guess we are similar, and sometimes I wear my hair in a similar style. I can understand why people ask. I always answer truthfully; ‘No, it’s not me.’
But sometimes, I feel that it is. There have been times in my life when I have felt that Girl with her head in her hands, illustrated perfectly the sadness in my heart, and the aching of my soul. Times when I looked at the picture on the wall and almost felt it was a mirror, and I was looking at my reflection.
I love looking at Girl. I love the simplicity of her, and wondering about her; wondering what she is thinking and if indeed she has travelled the same path as me. I feel we are one and the same. She is me and I am her. I feel certain that wherever I am in life, Girl will always be on my wall.
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