Kappa Art Gallery was my retreat in Potos, a small seaside village in Thasos, Greece. Paintings, sculptures, woodcuts, jewellery were arranged side by side. Such an eclectic mix of mediums, yet so harmonious.
Wandering around this artistic universe on summer nights was a pure delight. Amid a vast treasure of artworks, I caught sight of the crescent moon circling slowly in the sea breeze.
“Let me bring the little star to the moon, let it brighten the world, and my heart”, she said.
The silkiness in her voice touched him deeply .
“The world is brightened, so is my heart, by your twinkling eyes”, he whispered.
She couldn’t hear what he was whispering but felt the arms around her waist tightened.
So how could I let it go? I brought with me the crescent moon on the ferry and the plane, and touched it gently along the way just to feel its presence.
The sky looks glorious tonight. In my hands is my treasure, a little piece of Greece.