Sentiment 

The Readymades of my childhood :

Is about

Pills that accompanied me when I travelled

(From when I was a child of three

When I turned twenty two)

Or

Or

:The tiny purse from the Vatican my mother brought me

(from one of her trips to Europe-

I was still a little girl )

Or

:The tiger balm that works magic against those awful mosquitoes in my garden near Rome

My mother left us

Then years passed

And after that

I had not been back to Hong Kong for seven years

Just before leaving Hong Kong 

In the form of a comb

I spotted a Chinese opera kind of figure

Readymade for me

To recall my mother ‘s passion for the Chinese Opera

But I had to leave

To return to Italy

with this tiny piece of work

Where I had to drink the bitter cups of expresso every day

As exemplified by Lavazza D’oro

-The readymade that carries loads of sentiment:

Recalling my friend who taught me the Art Of Italian coffee while I made my Art performance of Chinese ceremony of Tea, from Perugia to Florence

During this New Year

With all these dear readymades

As if my paint brushes are caresses 

I recreated them on paper

Caressing my many days of dreams

Of joy and of hope

A Diary

A painted diary

Therefore

Bitter or sweet

In Mui Wo

This new and unfamiliar place in Hong Kong

Happy Diary to all 

Bernadette 

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