365 pointless words (about Brexit)
365 pointless words (about Brexit)
Today is Thomas Mann’s birthday. He was born in 1875 (Lübeck, Germany). All over the world societies dedicated to his name and fame will have some kind of memorial moment.
on my way to places and meeting people animals and places
The pencil is a powerful tool, carrying more symbolic weight than his fragile object body often can. A tool of protest often.
They arrive by car, mother and daughter, I open the garage door of the studio complex and let them in. The cello is still asleep and lies as a lazy dog in the back.
The title (Imperativo!) says it loud and clearly. It states the content with no delay. The second title (Femina e Canino) addresses two partners in crime ruling the waves of this paper (by)product generated during the process of developing the Come-Go-Stay project
While making conversation, I should talk directly and seriously about my latest drawing called ‘Bridal Room’, a work on paper (90 x 100 centimeters) that plays a modest part in the art exhibition Come-Go-Stay.
Me and my lookalikes try to eat the same food during rehearsals, food I bring to the table, as a mother to her children in a way.
At the Haags Gemeentemuseum they showed older works as well, figurative, resembling Willem de Kooning (I heard someone say). There was a room dedicated to the Rothko Mondriaan connection.
In general the consensus on how to behave in the theatre died after the famous Dutch Actie Tomaat. Maybe I should be more precise and say before in stead of after, since those tomato throwing theatre lovers (often makers themselves) wouldn't have been able to stretch out their arm and act the way they did.
Risky business: writing about the full moon. One may be mistaken for a witchy type of person, dancing around naked outdoors in a field once a month.
Mourning is defined by universal rules.
Whoever saw the film, remembers this flute, played by the then über famous Gheorghe Zamfir.
It was early evening, there was a breeze and I decided to take care of the long, grassy wild flowers that were hanging in large pots on my balcony. The lady called, her voice was carried easily on the tail of an elegant whirl of wind.
I am staring at circles printed in a German art magazine
Whenever I grab the TV guide lately there’s a film on with Scarlett in it.
Now that the Sochi Super Sport Show is finally over, everything is getting back to normal.
So, everything is about speed in Sochi. Split seconds, a wink of an eye.
Surfing the TV channels in order to find the Sochi Opening Ceremony, I run into an episode of a show called Breaking Amish, channeled by TLC.
The guy who usually is cleaning the hall in the building at this hour once a week is not here.
A deeper look at the titles that are covered in a whole book dedicated to this phenomenon, entitled Twitterature The World’s Greatest Books Retold Through Twitter, teaches me a new insight.
Since I write on a more intense level I have a tendency to read more.
There was a time when I was disgusted by the idea of Christmas.
So I just wrote about the full moon and while I was writing about it, the fullness of the moon had already surpassed his fullness, by hours really.
The fetus, or shall I say, the small figure or figurine is curled up as fetuses usually are.
I started blogging one year ago for the sheer love of writing.
Today is the first day since many years that I walk around without the forecast of a portion of the veggie version of the traditional Thanksgiving turkey.