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About Marjan
I was born in Amsterdam on the first of May. A couple of years later I moved to the neighbourhood of Utrecht. At Sunday we made often a bicycle trip that usually ended in the beautiful garden of an intimate and stately lady, being a real baroness. She treated us on tea with current-bread that was shortly after the war a real treatment! That garden was surrounded by her private wood, so I could walk just in it by passing a small gate. In a moment I stood quiet and completely alone between huge and thick beech trees, bewitched by my own experience. High above there was the blue sky hidden behind the spring-green roof of foliage. The sun was twinkling and a band of light shined on thousands of lilies of the valley. Astonished I enjoyed all that loveliness of those charming little bells, given in a generosity of beauty by the gentle hand of a divine nature. That was the moment I experienced for the first time in my life myself in a very conscious way: 'Here I may be and what is the world beautiful'. I was three years old in the month of May. I have always kept this memory as a gentle and calm source that I may experience and present its light, colour and beauty full of gratitude.
PLATO: Beauty is love that becomes visible.
