In writing to you I’m meant to provide a character reference for Amelia. This should ostensibly be a simple task given she worked with me for something like 15 months. But in the time since she left my employ my memory of her has begun to fade.
It’s not that I don’t remember her. That I do. But I cannot find the words that describe who she is, let alone what she looks like. She is simply a persistent shadow in my mind of what was a person. And someone whom I had grown close to. Or thought I had.
My memories of Amelia are not fragments but feelings. Reminders of what it was like to be in her presence. And in her presence I was, because there was a gravity to her. Not gravitas in the dour form, or an air of melancholia about her. Rather, she was the center whenever she went even as she tried to hide and be as unimposing as possible.
I can remember a feeling, not of attraction, but a desire to focus on her. And my own work suffered as a result. Yet in concentrating on her and teaching her I cannot say I didn’t learn a thing or two. Her intuition is second to none. But even as I had taken her on initially to provide me some support and to cover that which I could not do on my own, in the end that may have been a mute point.
She though… she made everything…
Today’s art is courtesy of Aniko Salamon from Budapest, Hungary.