Bernadette’s diary
recent digital pubblication
on Apple Book
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author: LEE-PISAPIA Kam Fu Bernadette
memory lost, memory recovered
one day, years ago
I had a trauma
At one point I went to see a medical doctor
in the Vatican city
or near the Vatican city ( I don't remember )
He talked to me for some minutes
told me I could begin to take some kind of herbal medicine
for some months
that would relax me , he believed
I took that medication for six months
and thought I had recovered
but only years later
did I realise
I had actually lost memory
not all of the memory
but enough to allow me not to live normally
I was no longer able to do much
Then one day, I began to be brave enough
to take the left over travelling watercolors
and began to paint
the series
self portraits in the form of a dress
with style like a teenager
slowly
scene by scene
colour by colour
dress by dress
face by face
my memory came back
my capacity returned
as a person filled with hope and love
then I began to watch old Hong Kong films
thanks to Steve Jobs
his IPad invention
scene by scene
image by image
film by film
my memory came back
with love and thankfulness
I began to draw
sketch upon sketch
lines upon lines
I traced all the film making motions
on paper
while watching the familiar old Hong Kong films
I began to remember
how to speak my own mother tongue
properly
I became well
happy
joyful
I was once again alive
so when I did manage to go to Hong Kong
to see and to relive the old Hong Kong films in real life settings
I was overjoyed
I did not realise that would happen
the last day before leaving Hong Kong
I clicked the Royal College site
thought of enrolling in a course
just to thank the watercolour inventor- the Windsor and Newton who allowed me to recover my lost memory
when they wrote
you could come over
I simply went over
and guess what
I had only wanted to do a work that would thank the Hong Kong films, seen on I Pad, in watercolour
hence, the work, now I remember,
shown there for two hours, from 6pm to 8pm, at the Battersea Campus of the Royal College of Art, London on the 12th of August 2016
It was inevitable, while doing that, Patrick the fourth brother became the protagonist of my work
My childhood life , the fun one, began with him, at the age of eight when Patrick was invited to come to my house for a party by my parents
he sat at the place where my bed was placed once, when I was a baby
so from that day onwards, I felt I was linked to him
in a funny kind of way- he, being so much older, me being an eight-year old
Behind the curtain, I kept looking at his face
that eternal face
there I saw it once again
underneath the Sistine Chapel
years later
when I was trying hard to look from beneath
Ah, Patrick
up above
is there
this time
in the form of a prophet
named
Libica
All come back in circle
my life
with my lost of memory
to my recovering of memory
through painting
through film
through Patrick my eternal star
forever shining
in the heart of a little girl
at eight
upon the ceiling of Sistine Chapel
so this work is also dedicated to Patrick
from a little girl of eight,
at heart
hence, twice I re- recorded the photos I managed to keep of Patrick in videos
thank you Patrick, thanks Patrick