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 23 avril 2013
questions... more questions
it seems that when i have to question myself about work, about difficulties facing work, as an artist, also as a women, i need to paint some part of my house, paint doors or walls halps me to relax mu brain, to go deeper into the subject. i feel confuse right now, about all, about age, about art, about love. like a ineed to be in a second life, i need to dream, i need to talk about dreams with some one outside of my daily life. someone who i can write without be strong, or beautifull, or i could send poems.. or cry or smile or...
the blog could be this friend.
i feel like i am far away from be clear, closed to disturb
got to jump into yoga but feels like i am block, stopped or freeze. walking early morning is my other way of yoga
and you readers, what do you think, what is your way to deal with it ? any suggestions ?