Yesterday was the Feast of Saint Martin’s, which in my Dutch sort of hometown means the great tower / church opens its doors to everyone, the organ plays out across the painted ceilings, small children run around and trip over the old stonework, and, after traditional dancing and traditional soups, an actual horse trots into the church so that its mount, the saint, can reenact the cleaving in half of his cloak with his sword in order to share it with those in need of warmth. A procession then follows him around the old city centre, the streets now lined with small fires, the windows filled with candles. Children clutching their lanterns (often homemade and featuring dinosaurs or spidermen) go up to houses and sing songs about lights shining brightly, their eyes fixed on the bowls of sweets held by those answering the door, which their song will give them access to. I’ve been feeling pretty gloomy these past few days, but seeing so many families of all kinds celebrating brightness and sharing (and candy) made me smile, and so I did this quick pen and watercolour drawing.
Hope your weekend is one with warmth, light and good people.