The Tie That Binds

I love the convenience of modern technology, but when things go wrong, it can be maddening.  I lost a bundle of photographs due to a glitch with my camera's memory card.  Lesson learned, and I already knew this, back things up frequently. 

Anyway, I lost some irreplaceable photographs. 

There were three portraits that I especially regretted losing since I am always on the look-out for a good portrait.  One was a young man with a charming smile who wore a tie to the recent A Gincana jamboree.  It was possibly the only tie present the entire day, his personal fashion statement.  We shared a laugh as he tried to teach me some dance moves.  I’m not a dancer at all.  Although every person in Brasil appears to have it,  I have no rhythm in my genes.  Ivan chuckled as he tried to get me to copy moves I couldn’t do.  Then, I took a portrait of him and his tie.

It just so happened a few days later that Ivan attended a birthday party and he knew I was going to be there.  As soon as he saw me, he gave me a hug (which all Brasilians do) and then gave me a two-page letter – in English.  The kid didn’t speak English.  This was a major effort on his part and I was very touched.

Of course, I wanted another portrait.  Ivan didn’t happen to have the tie on, so he raced home for the same clothes he wore in the previous photo.  Again, I found this to be such a thoughtful gesture.  So, I retrieved one lost portrait that I never expected.  But, the surprises weren’t over for the night.

I presented Ivan a portrait I drew from Mexico.  It’s how I thank the people I meet along the way.  I never expect anything in return, but Ivan told me that he had a gift for me as well.  Then, he took off his tie and put it on me. 

It was a very good moment in Brazil.

Ivan’s letter started out with a quote that I took with me from Brasil.  I’m not really sure if they are his words or something he translated from Portuguese.  Either way, it is a good message.

          In life, we take many turns . . .
          And during these turns,
          We find many people who mark us
          And they leave us something special.
 
Of course, he meant it for me, but I find it is also true for the very special people I met in Brasil.

There was one more special memory as I worked on this portrait.  While in Brasil, I was treated as a celebrity.  People took hundreds of selfies with me.  They asked for my autograph.  Many were thrilled to be in my presence.  It isn't a lifestyle that I'm used to.  I know the truth.  And, the truth is, I'm no celebrity -- except for in one small corner of southern Brasil.  However, a few hours into the work on this portrait, I noticed that my name was on Ivan's sleeve.  His was one of the many, many shirts I signed while in South America.  I don't usually sign my name to my portraits.  But on this occasion, my name accompanied a special memory. 
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2016

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March

Tea or Terror?
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February

Sohvi's Choice
The Squeaky Wheel
A Man on a Mission
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January

Ben Frozen in Iceland
Overdue in Zwedru
Faces in the Crowd
I Draw
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