Sidney Darrell's Commonplace Book

Sidney Darrell-

I stumbled upon this drawing during one of my visits to an artist's studio in Italy, a hidden gem among the canvases and brushes. It is a carefully preserved artifact that unveils a sun-drenched memory, a fountain in Italy. This drawing, a relic from a youthful pilgrimage to the Italian countryside, encapsulates the artist's escape from the smog-laden cityscape to a world of warmth and vibrant history. The drawing itself, born from the artist's observations and experiences, intricately details the play of sunlight on water. With each stroke, the artist sought to…

Sidney Darrell- 

As I look at the photograph, it's not just a snapshot of fabric and form; it's a portal to a night when the suit played a supporting role in a love story. The elegance of that evening, etched in the very fibers of the garment, makes it more than just my favorite suit; it's a relic of a moment when the threads of fashion intertwined with the threads of the heart, creating a tapestry of romance that endures in the folds of memory. I wore this suit the night of my private viewing, a gathering I orchestrated with great anticipation. Among the invited guests were…

Sidney Darrell-

Phyllis had this thing for tuberoses, she loved how they filled our space with that sweet smell. Now, with her gone, this lone flower stands like a memory that won't let go. This tuberose is like a bridge between what's real and what's gone, holding onto feelings too deep for words. It's my tie to a love that is not letting death have the last say. In its faded petals and muted fragrance, I find some kind of peace, a faded reminder of a love that once made this room feel alive. Each time I catch a whiff of that subtle fragrance, it's as if Phyllis is still here, her…