As of today or possibly tomorrow, it’s been 25 years since the earth-shattering day when I first found myself in contact with Fryderyk Chopin. At the time I didn’t realize how important this event was and I didn’t make note of the date. I know it was a few days before Valentine’s Day.
While looking for a particular portrait to add to this post, I came across the photo (not painting) at left, which practically caused me to faint. I would love to know what processes were used to create it. The hair is a little on the dark side, and maybe the jaw has just a tad too much bone, but overall the likeness is stunning. It brings Chopin instantly, dramatically, immediately into the present moment, where, for me, he always is.
And I’m going to leave my observance of the day at that.