have I mentioned that the reason I left Paris for a year in London was to work on an artistic project? Well, part of the plan was to go back to my hometown for a month and a half, to look for local artists who will join this project. So here I am, in my hometown, at the South of France, again.
Yes, in my family home, because my funding hasn’t arrived yet. This is a challenge in itself. I have to face apart from the occasional curious neighbor, old teacher from school or classmate, the also- crazy members of close family.
Is it possible to concentrate in these conditions?
I would say it is a kind of mental exercise 😉
My hometown is the harbor I started my trip from. Touching base from time to time is important.
Because I sail on again 🙂