Daca am fi contabili, am putea intocmi la finalul fiecarui an, un bilant care sa ne spuna daca anul ce tocmai s-a scurs a fost eficient. Daca am fi judecatori, am analiza bine toate probele si i-am da o sentinta clara: a fost un an bun sau rau. Dar cum inima noastra inclina mai degraba spre arta, apreciem mai mult culorile si variatiunile de tonuri decat realitatile in alb-negru.
In definitiv, ce face dintr-un an, un an bun? Nu cumva e un tablou cu mult albastru pe cer, alb in cuget si un verde vesnic in suflet? Uneori e si mov sub ochi de la noptile albe, poate putin galben-auriu care sa te scape de zilele negre, dar niciodata gri in suflet sau rosu in privire.
Am simtit din plin si agonia si speranta. Ne-am simtit cazuti, apoi optimisti, iar la pamant, iar in picioare. Am intalnit oameni pe care intr-un an obisnuit nu am fi avut oportunitatea sa-i intalnim. Am avut mai multe proiecte creative pe care chiar le puteti vedea mai jos. E adevarat, cu pretul locurilor noi pe care le aveam de descoperit. Dar timpul inca are rabdare cu oamenii. Mai avem albastru in acuarela. In final, cuvintele care ne vin de fiecare data in minte cand ne gandim la 2020 sunt: “pana la urma a fost un an bun”.
If we were accountants, we could draw up, at the end of each year, a balance sheet to tell us if the year that has just passed was effective. If we were judges, we would analyze all the evidence carefully and give it a clear sentence: it was a good or a bad year. But as our hearts lean more toward to art, we appreciate colors and variations of tones more than black and white realities.
After all, what makes a year, a good year? Isn’t it a painting with a lot of blue in the sky, white in the mind and an eternal green in the soul? Sometimes it’s purple under the eyes, because of the sleepless nights, maybe a little golden-yellow to get rid of the dark days, but never gray in the soul or red in the eyes.
We fully felt agony and hope. We felt fallen, then optimistic, broken and on our feet again. We met people we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to meet in a normal year. We had several creative projects, as you can see below. It’s true, with the price of the new places we would have discovered. But time still has patience with people. We still have blue in the watercolor. Finally, the words that come to our minds every time we think of 2020 are: ” it was a good year, after all”.
Those who cannot speak
Kids will be kids
Let’s get the party started
Party like there’s no tomorrow