here I am, responsible of a small artistic project in Istanbul, whereas at the same time I am looking for funding and a job. Oh, and not to forget, today is the “fête de la musique” in Paris. How do I put myself together?
Yesterday I had a meeting with an agent from the States, who had risen my hopes. He was interested in my project but could only suggest sources of funding to contact. Ok, this is already something.
And I haven’t finished preparation for the artistic event I organize in Istanbul. But have made progress in the right direction.
How about taking a break and “lose myself to dance”?
Have I confidence? Do the members of the committee who will read my art project have faith in it? We will find out at the end of the week. Right now I am emailing influential people, and listening to the “Sound of Music”, that I had discovered as a child, … as a form of soundtrack …
These old musicals, they are timeless… in French it is different, … I need to check for uplifting songs… 🙂
A song somehow stirs emotions in a way a simple text will not, it combines ideas with powerful emotions… a song we love 🙂
today it was a half-eclipse half-sunny day. I mean that I was mistaken on the date of my ticket for the musical “Singing in the rain”, at the Châtelet theater in Paris. My friends just texted me: “where are you”? since the performance started half an hour ago.
Well, too bad I wasn’t careful! On the other hand, although tickets are sold out, I might try my luck tomorrow and get in the theater in case someone has changed plans, or got confused – I shouldn’t be the only one in the world.
Where was my mind? Was it the fault of the eclipse? I had been working on a fast rhythm the weeks. After I finished my March 13 challenge there were still things to be done in the next few days, so I decided to relax, go to the hairdresser and walk around the city.
I had been sleeping early in the morning for the last few days and it takes some time to get me back to the old style 🙂
So I am singing by myself as I finish this blog-post, hopping to see the performance tomorrow!
here I am after having spilt my coffee on my bag- but ok, no big deal; just a sign that I had enough caffeine on my system and my bag needs some -now you see the reason I was searching for a black one 😉
The garçon of the café was adorable coming to help me clean up the mess.
Sorry what did you say? How is the project going? Great, I should finish this step today. It is so nice to be out in the winter sun, there is a feeling of spring around, dogs are happy, people of all ages walk around. At least those who don’t have to be in their office the moment we speak.
And I remembered this song for some self encouragement that I dedicate to all those who work and play looking for their own path and hoping that somehow, we will all meet there.
I should probably have waited before telling you this, but you somehow raise my expectations considering my love life. Saint Valentine’s day on the 14? Not that I expect you to do everything, the way we wait for Santa-Clauss to bring the gifts while we sleep, but somehow, deep down, I might feel entitled for a miraculous intervention in that sector of my life.
Of course, I will do my part. I have almost accepted a party invitation for Valentine’s day. Almost, because it comes from an extravagant friend who usually has expensive plans and I want to stay on budget. Other options? I could have as an objective to date as many men as possible this month. But is quantity the only thing that matters? Of course not.
I can also be forgiving to this ex of mine who tries to contact me again. But not too forgiving as to let him get too close.
Or I could be open to the people I meet every day, change some of my habitual ways, cafés, the road I take to go to the Platform, or to any other place.
Or just relax, and listen to more love songs, smile and daydream. Or a combination of these ideas.
If I try to avoid questions on my professional goals? Not at all. I don’t know where you got this idea!
Here, isn’t this Edith Piaf’s love-song beautifully interpreted by Daniela?
In yesterday’s post I was comparing Prince Charming to the acquisition of a tablet, in a very disrespectful way for love, I have to admit. Today, I was exposed to a different point of view: I went to see “La Bohème”, at the Opera Bastille in Paris. And cried my eyes out in this romantic love story at the end of the 19th century.
The story is about poor artists living in small attics in Paris at the end of the 19th century, freezing in the cold winter, but on fire with love and talent. Two romantic souls meet, they are made for each other, but of course, it is a drama, and a tragic death puts an end to the romance. I love so much Puccini’s music, the composer of this opera!
The scene where Rodolfo and Mimi meet and open their heart to each other, is my best I think.
Just a link not from the Paris Opera, but of the Scala in Milano in 1979, because I also like it, to show you what I mean.
Meeting another soul, is so powerful that its only existence in art and in life, moves my heart!
Is geographical proximity important for true love? Some might think no. For example, the kind of love described at the opera: l’amour de loin (Love from Afar). It is the first opera by the Finnish composer Kaija Saariaho from a five-act French libretto by Amin Maalouf. The opera, that was given its world premiere performance on 15 August 2000 at the Salzburg Festival, relates the story of Jaufré, a love-struck young poet who wrote to a faraway lover in Tripoli, Lebanon. Now the most important element in this story is that the two lovers barely meet because Jaufré is so apprehensive of this meeting that he becomes sick during his trip and dies just as he arrives in Tripoli. The woman he loves enters a convent.
So this kind of love is a form of what has been called “platonic”, where imagination plays an important role and the two lovers never touch. But they don’t even get a chance to know one another, talk, have a fight, reconcile. There was no internet at the time, and impossible to see each other from Afar.
Now, is it easier to fall in love with someone from Afar? For certain people, yes. The advantage, you can idealize the object of your affection, and even suffering because of the distance has something noble in it. On the other hand, it is a quasi-imaginary relationship, that you can also have with a fictional character. Though very poetic, I am not very sure it is different from falling in love with a well-known actor in your adolescence.
I am talking about this because I have an experience in this kind of love and its pathologies. And I would like to change that. The love from Afar could be romantic, but it is for cowards. If the lovers don’t dare to meet, then, they are chicken. They don’t have the guts for a love-story in this time and space.
The charm of the love that is near could be more discreet, less easy to idealize, but so REAL!
I was looking for something to illustrate my point, and fell on this song, in english :”How near is Love?” performed by Engelbert Humperdinck, a British singer I have just discovered.
this is the second day I spent at the 13 arrondissement of Paris. I was to meet a friend and some colleagues of his, close to the metro Tolbiac. It was practically the first time I was in this particular neighborhood, although I happened to walk in the same street a few days ago, but at a different level. It is a very urban part of Paris, and very lively in terms of bars and cafés, probably because of the University that is situated nearby. This friend of mine was staying in a hotel at this area, so it was very practical to meet there.
For some reason, I was in a very good mood. Not that I haven’t been in a good mood before. But I couldn’t find any particular reason for it. Another friend of mine, a man with a lot of experience in his 60s, told me I look as a woman in love. And that everybody who knows me is aware of it. Is it so easy to tell?
My “business meeting” with this group of people went well. They all work for the realization of exhibitions. Some of them are in transit to another place, planning to leave Paris at the end of the week. With an ambiance between work and holidays.
Are we aware of our feelings? Or could it be that some acute observers could know more about our state than ourselves? For example I couldn’t associate the idea of being in a good mood with the state of feeling in love with B or anyone else. Is it what happened to the metro driver of the line 6 on my way home the same night? He started singing at the microphone, and from time to time was asking the passengers or his”public” of their opinion. Not that the public could react, but it was so funny! We started laughing with two or three other passengers, three girls in their 20s. They were very enthusiastic and would love to get to know him and ask him to be their Facebook friend.
Could it be that he would like to be auditioned as a singer?
Summer is officially here and it goes hand in hand with the celebration of Music in Paris! Music groups, instrument players and singers of all kinds sing, play for free all over the city. In the streets, in bars, in public buildings. Everywhere!
A few years ago I was singing “Sumertime” with a band of my University at the boulevard de Montparnasse. It was really fun! This time the idea was to attend a private concert, organized by a friend of a friend, who got me an invitation. The pianist Sarah Lavaud played Janacek, her favorite repertoire, and it was quiet an experience! I feel lucky to have discovered her work! An artist with a special way to mediate emotions we didn’t even know we had!
In my way home, I was discussing art and emotions: how is it possible for an artist to become a “medium” to channel collective and personal feelings, without becoming overwhelmed? An actress told me it is something you learn with experience, and not everybody finds a balance. She knew of actors who were excellent artists but were swept over by the artistic experience and had to stop. This was one of the reasons I haven’t become an actress. Writing was for me a vehicle to express emotions; in a way that gives a sense of balance; between the powers that can tear us apart and keep us alive at the same time: our passions!
The title of one of the musical’s songs. Which one? “The King and I” of course, at the Châtelet theater in Paris. I went with some friends tonight, it was just wonderful. Fifty people on scene and fifty musicians. Magnificent! The main actor is French and not Thai, but his charm was persuasive to us, public. Oh, what a love, with all these cultural and power complications! Too bad he has to die in the end, it is the best solution to stay politically correct for a relationship in this type of musical.
Different love stories, between Anna and the King, the Burman princess that is offered to the king as a gift and her lover, the love of the first wife of the king for him. Still, so much love, many children, but not very good communication and happy couples.
Not to speak of colonialism, inter-cultural love, slavery, East and West, power relations, passion.
Too many themes for just one musical.
Love is difficult because people have egos, and communication scripts they refuse to overcome. That is one of the musical’s messages for me. And instead of making love, the king dances around with Anna.
Well, communication between men and women can be complex, I am not sure if it is more difficult in the case of different cultures. After all, you are more prepared for it.
When it comes to the day after of the performance, things look good, in the sense that there are possible collaborations for the future. I met with two Platform organizers and we decided to join our forces together.