have you heard the legend of the fountain of Youth? Apparently, the Greek historian Herodotus is the first to mention it. Somewhere in Ethiopia there was a mythical place where people lived at least up to 120 years. They were good-looking and fit.
How do I know about this? From Wikipedia of course. I googled it.
Now how come I write a post concerning the fountaine of Youth? It is because I was dragged to the cinema by a Spanish friend to watch Zoolander 2. And the fountain had an important role to play there. Should you go and watch the film? I honestly don’t know what to say. But I thought the idea of the fountain and all the people in fashion -and not only- going crazy for youth and good looks is somehow relevant.
Youth and good looks remind us of life. Somehow, part of ourself regenerates every day, that is how we are alive. If we get hurt, we can get well. Physically and emotionally.
what image would come to your mind if I say “powerful”? I think of a Lion, but to be honest, I have no idea about how a lion feels from the inside. So how do we know?
Is it how we feel, or what we can do, or make others do? Is famous for example being powerful? Another artist of my new professional Platform in London has been interviewed for the tv. Would I also want that? Mmm may be a little bit. Would fame, or a kind of fame be part of being powerful?
The lion seems to be in a contemplative mood, after having a good lunch, may be some quality family time. Enjoying an almost nap.
Would being the director of something, of an artistic Platform make a lot of difference? The world of art is also a network of power relations.
I guess for me being powerful would mean having a sense of fulfillment, a sense of direction and wellbeing. Coming to London, was important for me. But I need to straighten out in my head what kind of power I am seeking.
I met one of my friends in London and we started walking around the city: from Covent Garden to Leicester Square in and out of restaurants, bookstores, cafes, pubs… We had lunch at the “Wild Food Cafe” that a friend had suggested.
And it has been a beautiful surprise: to begin with, the colours of the buildings and the tiny courtyard. And then, the place in itself. Friendly people, and very tasty food raw-centric, vegan, vegetarian. Don’t ask me for any explanations please, go to their web site. I am a carnivore also, so not the best person to inform you on the differences. The most essential thing: it is tasty, and I liked being there.
Here is what one of the founders, Aiste, says: “I am very excited to be a part of the plant-based revolution happening globally and I’m committed to sharing Wild Food Café’s core values with the world and co-creating a community of wellbeing superheroes!”
where were I these first days? I was travelling towards the South of France, in my hometown, a small place somewhere in the ” Alpes Maritimes. Yes, I will keep it a secret for the moment. Because in this way I can talk about people in the art world without having to reveal my identity or theirs.
People are not as important as situations, interactions, and this is similar to every human being on earth… and different at the same time. That is why we are blogging and sharing experiences.
I plan to stay here for a while and then enjoy the seaside, there are so many beautiful spots in this area!
I also need to release some pressure and forget my plans, let the universe take charge and take a nap!
I make a big deal of transformation: to come closer to my desires and aspirations, but there is something I need to take care of: accepting myself and my rhythm, so transform in a way which respects that. Trying to become something that goes against our nature is of no use.
For example, you are a howl and you try to get up early in the morning and change your chase habits. That doesn’t particularly agree with you. Also, it is not a question of underestimating night life and thinking that only morning birds are cool.
Now, I have been promising myself to get up at 7.00 and instead, it has been 10.30 and I started stressing up.
On the other hand, last night I stayed up working on my novel until 24.30.
The only difficulty is that most of the other people don’t have this rhythm. If I need to meet and interact with some of them, it might help to find some common ground.
There is a new artistic Platform I would like to join. For the moment, all I can do is get there in the afternoon 🙂
my friend from Antwerp, the Northern part of Belgium came for a couple of days and already left. My mission was to help him out find a beautiful spot for a summer-house in the South of France. I would have picked up some unknown place at the Hautes Alpes, but he was obsessed with the Côte d’Azur. After all, why not choose a classic? If Picasso, among others loved this area, why not my friend?
We walked and walked, drove here and there, asked questions and answered others. Finally, he decided Saint Tropez is the spot he likes. But he will come back again with his family during the summer to visit again the properties offered.
In any case, it was a beautiful excuse to see again spots I am familiar with and always make my day when I am there. At a moment when they are so much quieter than in the summer time 🙂
It was important for my spring break to fill my eyes and mind with beautiful images, smell the sea and the spring flowers, watch the coast line. I could put myself in the place of my friend and imagine it is I who is deciding for a summer-house. It is a sort of commitment. Like a marriage, I guess. You pick this place and you decide to create a more permanent bond.
To dedicate part of your time. Other places can be more beautiful or exciting. You can still visit them and never return. But once you pick up a place you call your own, it becomes a center of gravity, pulling you there 🙂