May 3, 2020- How to change disappointment into motivation and action

Hello May,

I woke up with the best intentions, walked by myself, had coffee, and then it hit me: a negative answer from a publisher on a piece of work. A piece I have worked and worked over for several years.

Not to mention, it has been rejected a few times.

I can’t describe my feelings. Anger, he doesn’t understand, feeling miserable for myself, here is where I ended with all these rejections… more general statements about my life etc.

Then, I thought: let’s change that.

Indeed, I need to do something differently.

To begin with, to tell myself: I DESERVE THE BEST IN LIFE, as everybody else.

Why?

Try, why not?

Planet Earth is bountiful.

So, second step: I need help. Let’s go around and ask for some.

Let’s identify people who could help me.

Then, get some chocolate.

And also, think whether there is a better strategy.

There is something simple which could be done in a different way.

Something which is related to the packaging.

And let’s dance a bit!

And let’s also do something I like a lot, like, write a new poem

Check on Art:

https://archive.org/details/meisterw00kren/page/42/mode/2up

 

May 2, 2020- How to stay Open-minded in lockdown- Josef Albers

Hello May,

how do we stay OPEN in lockdown? Artwork, could be the answer! This is the work “Open” by Josef Albers from the free online collection of the Guggenheim museum. Let’s take a walk there.

Saturday almost morning, and after my second coffee and finding the right recipe for lunch, I get back to a busy weekend. I am going to mark some papers, so all my attention and focus is needed.

Have a nice Saturday also, whatever you do!

 

Open (b)

Josef Albers, Open (b), December 1940. Oil on Masonite, 19 7/8 x 19 5/8 inches (50.5 x 49.8 cm)

March 24, 2019- Emotions, fuel for artwork-Day 1

Hello March,

how do I train for everyday writing? How not to get absorbed by other people’s agenda? How not to isolate at the same time and be open to serendipity and the beauty of the moment?

Hmm, well

I was having a conversation yesterday with someone kind enough to want to get to know me better. And I was between happy to self-disclose and a bit annoyed.

The next week is unfolding and I have one big and two minor objectives.

I think that everything else will have to disappear in between.

How about feelings?

An aunt has died and we went to a ceremony yesterday, this and other issues family related have been worrying me underneath.

I am divided between letting feelings and fears out or putting them aside and concentrating on a goal.

How about acknowledging and transforming these feelings instead of disowning them?

Creativity is building on feelings.

Having objectives is great, as long as we produce beauty through the transformation of our feelings. Feelings of any kind are great fuel for art!

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https://hbr.org/2015/08/the-emotions-that-make-us-more-creative

 

 

 

 

February 23, 2018- Looking forward to spring, High on Hope :-)

Hello February,

yes, I am close to … nearly … there. Spring is one step from the door. And you are bringing us the last winter snow apparently, in London.

So, I start with a Harland Miller painting, he has become one of my favorites in the UK, and I start the day with a lazy pace. It has been quiet a week again!

Very demanding, since I had to balance some of the things which were out of balance in the last month, during my obsession with a project…

February 4, 2018-How to satisfy my multiple selves on a Sunday

Hello February,

yes, I am out of bed, not at 5.30 as I intended, but at 8.30. And at 11.00 I am still on my coffee time and I am feeling kind of numb. But still, I have already taken a walk.

My neighbour at the cafe has a beautiful notebook, it’s from Argentina. Full of the characters of Liners, an Argentinian artist.

All you can do when you want to take your time.

In Harry Potter, Hermione is given a gift where she can stretch time and clone herself to do many different tasks in parallel universes.

So, let’s see what I would do if I had three selves to perform my tasks.

My first self, would get out of London, to the country side. May be close to the sea, Brighton? but something at 1.30 distance max by train. This self would go there with friends. No, better, this self would go to a type of retreat and spa, with some kind of loose activities and at the same time. This self, would go there with a friend/or romantic interest, and would eat the best food in the area. So, this self, would get back refreshed in mind, body, etc.

The second self, would sleep and then meet with friends or call up those I would like to talk to and see how they are doing. This self would probably go for shopping and would check how clothes fit with one another. She would buy an art book if she doesn’t feel like running to an exhibition.

The third self, would be work focused. She would finish a draft of her project and she would send it to someone to review it by tonight.

Now, somehow, I am my third self, with some wishes from the two others. At least I could identify those two.

Can I satisfy everyone?

In a way, I need to find a compromise.

The busy self, will not move, unless the other two are somehow taken care of.

So, I went for a walk, I looked around.

I will paint later today.

https://paddle8.com/work/damien-hirst/153956-your-touch-from-the-wonder-of-you/

January 11, 2018-Back to London and to a faster pace ;-)

Hello January,

hello London, I am back here, with my morning coffee, and my job starting today. I love this morning time when I get a chance to dream and to plan, and to float over the rooftops.

So, here I am, and if my coffee time is here to stay, let’s see what else is going to change!

Let’s start with a Harland Miller painting because it makes me smile 🙂

February 22- “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”

Dear February,

I meant to do a lot of things today, but I finally had a very close relationship with my couch and my bed’s quilt for the first part of the day. Outside it was raining, and only latter I met some friends for brunch. It was nice to catch up. Among them, there was a “tourist”, friend of a friend, who just arrived in Paris and had a few questions.

“Where can I find contemporary artists and painters”? He asked me. Are there cafés, bars, specific places, as we see in films of the “Midnight in Paris” type?

Another friend answered he should visit these ancient hangouts but he shouldn’t expect anything similar today, but I am much more optimistic.

There might not be “a” particular café for all the intelligentsia of Paris. Still, there are a lot of artists, of every kind, Parisians and people visiting, “intermittent du spectacle”, writers, actors and actrices, philosophers.

Much more scattered I think than during the “golden era”, as it is represented in films. Now there are social media and may be there is a different way to work. In my neighborhood for example, I see well-known authors, or at the place we branched there are a lot of actors and people of the media.

Are they as brilliant as …X, Y, Z? How would we know for sure?

When Van Gogh was trying to sell his paintings no one was interested. They worshiped painters who have been forgotten and we have never heard of today.

If there is a flow of ideas, imagination, creativity, things happen.

But you still need time to discover. And the eyes to see 🙂

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
Confucius

http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/seeing

Picasso à Céret

 

February 17- Blog writing as a compensation or a work of art :-)

Hello there February,

would you say that blog-writing is a form of compensation? For something missing? This is what a friend just told me. And I would easily agree with that. It is here to fill in a void. A creative void.

A need to express and communicate, to give form to feelings, ideas, moments. Much more ephemeral than other forms of art. Oops, could it be a form of art? Is our everyday expression taking us to the next level, making out of us artists?

To miss something, is the essence and definition of desire. And creating without desire is not possible.

So let’s compensate some of our desires right here. In the blog-sphere

And the rest of them, out there 🙂

In the concrete, material and face to face world.

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http://www.referenceforbusiness.com/management/Em-Exp/Executive-Compensation.html

February 11- Don’t cry over spilt coffee, get another one :-)

Hello again February,

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.

In the winter sun.

February 6- Parisian Mystery and the power of love

Dear February,

so now I know who the murderer is. I got to the last chapter, and even read his confession and motives. The murderer isn’t Victor Legris. Victor is actually the detective. No, the authors didn’t want to confuse us that much.

Of course I am not going to tell you! I wouldn’t ruin it for you in case you decide to read it. It is a great novel if you want to learn about life in Paris at the end of the 19th century. It’s the kind of historical mystery that creates the ambiance of a whole period with such detail that you see a film unfolding as you read.

One funny detail: Victor is entering a café where the best Impressionist painters exchange their paintings for food and drinks. The café owner is trying to sell Victor a Van Gogh for peanuts, and he praises his work. But Victor doesn’t even see the painting! All he cares about is a mediocre sculpture of Tasha, the girl he is obsessed with.

Is love blind?

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