en ebullition

en ebullition, montee creative avec FEM'ILITE. ce projet me tient a coeur...

very arty in mysore #4

very arty, looking all around painting, collages, drawing, walks, pictures.

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 fragile. 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 ?

like a sunday in mysore

i love sundays in Mysore, early mornings are magical feel like a sunday, hunting posters with my friend

aedm 19

tonight, i am very tired and i look back to my day to see the creative part. it was a busy day , wake up 5 am big walk, yoga, yoga classe, office, writing of official and boaring stuffs, i would love better writing poetry... yoga again, rain, rain, may be the rain was my creative time, it sen me to nostalgia, to sorrow. i am positive, observing with as much as i can inside peace facing my daily life. no smoking is a creative time, looking changes in my body is creative, yoga and walks are so creative, theay are my best.. thanks AEDM concept to make me realize how much creative time i have each day here is pitaya's flowers from my garden and on from my early morning walk... i love them as flowers and after as delicious fruits

funky photos, aedm 17

it is a few days that i really wake up early, so i am like jetlagging with lots of people i love the morning sky but for a change i took some pictures for our funky project, this is my next year dance project, even if we did one shot in november, the funcky team is ver nice i enjoy to work on this project today my husband went to madagascar, i am alone at home, i did run today, and now i was crying and it is also good to cry some days. i am still no smoking, i took 3 kilos but it is ok one year before i was crying so much like very depress, now depression is gone, i am happy with simple things , i enjoy my life in a very different and creative way the yoga way

AEDM 5

nothing arty besides my early morning walk.. i do my artjournaling before faling into a deep sleep. running, wake up so early this is my actual creativity, to wake up so early makes me feel in an different atmosphere, like a parralel world. i like it, even if i feel a bit different, because wake up early means less social life. i do enjoy this early mornings road.. it goes with age ?

AEDM 3

early mornings sky are the powerfull guideslines for my dayly happinness. those early walks are so benefics, they bring me in a better mood

AEDM 2

i had no time for be arty unless this early morning walk, so early that the lights are specific, for me like a painting, this early time is always very riche and mentaly creative

morning mood

early morning my mood is the real one, sometime so sad, so low that i have to work it for hours

memories

SOUVENIR DU VIDE C’est comme une piqûre près des côtes Un pincement infime électrique Surgissant par mégarde En mémoire sensorielle Me rappelant Que je t’aime Où que je sois Seule à vibrer des notes Dissidentes striées Par le souvenir du vide Silencieux imposant départ Laissant place Côté pile À une absence si vivante Qu’elle me parle de toi Comme une amie Qui me connaît bien Côte face Vide qui nous unit Dans la roue du temps En éclairs constellés Sélections viables De nos mémoires

walking on the wilde side

some days, i feel like if i was walking on the wilde side. i loved this song from lou reed, when i was young, i used to sing it!may be i am on the wilde side because i wake up so early that at 10 a;m its like already full day.

full day of thinking , of art reclusion, cut in kitchen, garden's time. so sort times are in me when i dont let the outside social's obligation taking care of my schedule.

so my days are like this : yoga very early, coffee, computer et cigarettes for a bigggg time, garden, laudry, draw, paint, writing sad poetris,glue and cut paper, kitchen and it repeat like this until night... may be it is to be on an island,or the habbit of hotel's room when i go for atripwork travel, a tour...

if someone comes home, ok, i socialize, but if nobody comes, i just saty alone with podcasting in the eard, walking on the wilde side of me.

il y a des jours où je me dis que je suis vraiment décalée, en marge ou en parralèle d'un monde social. je pense à cette chanson de lou reed que j'écoutais quand j'avais 20 ans. walking on the wilde side. parfois, l'anglais résume en peu de mots ce que l'on met des heures à raconter en français.

être à coté de la plaque, quelle plaque ? la plaque mondiale, la plaque sociale, la plaque vitale.

je suis sur ma plaque vitale mais à coté de celles d'un tas de gens.

ce doit être ce décalage horaire permanent que j'ai avec le monde dans lequel j'évolue. je me lève trop tot, dès l'aube , une intense activité commence.

yoga

 clope café computer

jardin, linge, cuisine, écrire, dessiner, couper et coller, peindre... 

clope, thé , ordinateur

jardin, linge, cuisine, écrire, dessiner, couper et coller, peindre...

clope, tisane, télé...

en répétitions rapides car mon temps d'attention est très court. 

estce cette nostalgie du fond du coeur qui gère mon emploi du temps quand je ne laisse pas l'exterieur le gérer par des obligations professionnelles ?

est ce l'insularité ? estce  tous ces passages en chambre d'hotel où le périmetre se réduit ? est ce une réclusion artistique ? réponse: je ne sors pas de chez moi, si quelqu'un passe, je discute un instant mais si il n'y a personne, je savoure d'une certaine manière cette réclusion artistique.