There is a guy who always makes me happy. And I emphasize the word always. My husband makes me happy most of the time, but not ceaselessly. This French guy never fails to bring a smile to my face. And to the thousands of other people, waiting in line to see the Matisse cut-outs at MoMA.
Watching the video of Matisse, with a pair of scissors in his hands, I felt a great empathy. He was cutting out the designs for the vestments Chapelle du Rosaire de Fence in France; I was cutting out snowflakes for my walk in Ginstrelle, Italy.
I probably cut out 100 snowflakes. Once cut, I walked the walk and tried to find an appropriate location for each snowflake.
Some were counterpoints, some highlighted certain aspects of the plants along the walk and others had a more symbolic meaning.
I was reminded of Snowflake Bentley, a self-educated farmer, who became famous for photographing over 5,000 snowflakes. To paraphrase Bentley, “When a snowflake is melted… it’s beauty is gone, without leaving any record behind.” I don’t know about about beauty, but I love the idea that my walk existed and is now gone.