reposer les pieds sur terre

apres une folle course ou le mois de juillet semble avoir ete si court que la retombee, post-festival est lente. encore emue par ces emotions contradictoires cette folie passagere, les passions du lateau, de la scene, de la rue, j'ai vecu un quotidien riche , varie, different chaque jour, en pleine cohesion avec l'artistique confronte chaque jour au regard d'un public selectif, hyper sollicite. j'ai aime cela, vraiment. au dela des la fatigue, des douleurs, des tensions, je retiens l'emerveillement quotidien de faire mon travail d;artiste avec une intensite hors norme, je me suis surpassee, comme une heroine, j;a vecu mon marathon et je suis lasse. les trois jours de transition a la peniche sont les bienvenus, pour le moment, j'ai besoin de repli avant d'affronter la route, les bilans, les tracas de tresorerie. je veux, pour l'instant garder le positif de cette belle aventure humaine, hors norme. j'ai kiffe avignon.j'en suis encore bouleversee.

les vaches jaunes

Les vaches jaunes Chaque année, à la même période, juste avant la pleine lune de janvier, la ville de Mysore se teinte d’un jaune vif, enfin, c est les vaches qui prennent cette couleur, ainsi que les mains et les pieds de ceux qui les côtoient dans les nombreuses fermes de la ville. Il me semble avoir déjà décrit ce moment. J’ai pris le temps de visiter toutes les ruelles fermieres que je connais pour plonger dans un jaune matinal, enfourchant le vélo, captant ici et la des images, poursuivant ces belles robes jaunes, aux sons des clochettes qui pendent aux cous des vaches, les reines du jour. Sur le pas des portes devant les maisons, les femmes sortent tôt ce matin pour dessiner un rangooli aux couleurs vives et offrir un repas doux aux belles qui viennent quasiment frapper aux portes. Les offrandes, devant les maisons, changent le menu habituel des vaches, elles reprendront le tour des poubelles demain, Aujourd’hui, elles savourent. Reines d’un jour, reines toujours.

because i was with my girls, i am happy

a la campagne

entre 2 visites a l hopital pour accompagner Papy dans ces derniers jours, la foret est indispensable

good work for a good festival

i worked very hard 18 h each day but i had a great time let's go back to normal life now before i need to rest

one week pur holidays one week on boat, back to land now

i spent one week on boat it was great, like a revelation, just want to go back on the boat as soon as possible

pitayas so nice fruits

i love this season in my garden for this those wonderfull dragonfruits called here pitayas so yummy

108 sun salutations in front of Mysore palace

Sunday, Ramesh Kumar, my hatha yoga teacher invited me for the celebration of the sun, also a commemoration for Vivekananda. it was absolutely magic to go there before the sun rise and take a place with a mat. i went there with gerard a frenc man , i share the kitchen with him, in the big house where i rent my indian room. we laught so much. many indians, only few foreigners, there was a dress code but we missed it because ramesh forgot to tell us. most of people were wearing white or t shirts special for the event. we wanted to buy one but we did not find any. every one did 108 sun salutations with smile and happiness. such a great moment we did somes rounds of 24, between there was some chanting, some people served some indians sweets. we took pictures, mamy people stop ine salutation or 2 to shoot around them. i loved it.

i went to goa for 3 days

i went to goa for 3 days, with my husband, like we did 28 years ago. it was hard to find back the village we remenber. it was very nice to be there, next time i wish to stay 3 weeks. red goa...

2 months of mysore

it will be 2 months i am here, in mysore, practising more and more each day, going far into myself, with happiness and some days pain all over the body. i am a bit far from the blog, this introspection is giving me so much creativity that i am doing lots of collage, pictures, printings, dancing between my daily 3 yogas classes. some days, emotions are part of my practise, such a strange feeling to have those questions, thoses thoughts, those feelings traveling inside with conscience. i have some words fro poetry coming to my brain but i don't write, i keep it inside for now a few pictures from my india, my collages... i am happy here, deeply moving inside

making papers bags between yoga classes

between yoga classes, i am making bags out of papers from the street, it is a nice thing to do really relaxing my brain, developping and groing as a work in progress. i take this yoga trip as a deep trip into myself. those bags makes a link between me, yoga, mysore, india, organic, creative, play... i also take pictures almost everyday of people and then, i print the pictures and give to them. i love this happy time. here is a few bags hand made of papers streets