d'une ile à l'autre, je vais rentrer chez moi dans quelques heures... pour repartir. un voyage personnel, en lieux répétitifs. un journal de bord en papier et en poèmes.
mardi 19 février 2013
this morning, no practise for me...moon days for make it soft. but i am awake like everyday, so i went in town hunting posters with my bike, lots of fun. lots of work after, because i clean them as much as i can to bring them home. i can feel that i am sliding into visual art, i thought it was going to happen with videos, but no, it is with pcitures, it is with paint, walls, plastic, images, faces ,streets, it is with collage, it is as i can call it, because this is the way i feel : simple daily art with a storng feeling that it is what i have to do now. this and yoga.
recycling papers into art and teach yoga, practice yoga as much as i can, wrting also. i need to art alone, to take my time, to let t go, let it grow. deep strong root in me with this time for me to be even more arty, by myself, with what i see, what i have in head, using my hands, using glue and paint for make it alive.
i am sure that yoga increases this for me.