coulnd t refrain from scritching on the previous blank piece of paper.
Create, Understand, express
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Friday, 18 March 2011
What do you see?
Update 2012: more hardcopies from Henri Moufettal here
MBA the Magic Bible of Arts, reviewed and formatted. http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/mba-the-magic-bible-of-arts/18814696
And another ones in English on the stage:
Play the brackets on stage, reviewed and formatted http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/play-the-brackets-on-stage/18814451
And the last one in French, L'autre rivage, revu en couleurs, http://www.lulu.com/product/couverture-souple/lautre-rivage/18811927
Perspectives in motion
and well, the framing helps, or not, i have called it 22h01
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Travelling to some sides around Russia,
Before speaking of my beloved Europe, and this stating point, a diversity that made me wishing to go further, we are stopping in Russia, well first stopping on one site in Latvia.
Riga, its cold weather and wonderful architecture. Climbing up to the roof, extent of this trip is starting to grab my guts. We walk through these beautiful streets, with a personality that gave architecture of last century and before.
Reaching a train station, Cyrillic is trying to make its way through my mind. Boarding the train, we were prepared, the visa, necessary piece that cannot be negotiated on the place, and here we were, on the road to St Petersburg, the great, if I might borrow the nickname of its founder.
Looking around, ulitza after ulitza, we are lost, and we are pleased, walking along the fontanka, reaching the Ermitage, and staying within a family down there. It gave insights to my lack of Russian, and the work I have to carry out, and it gave insights to this point of view only locals can bring.
Continuing with the train, we don’t go to Vladivostok, meeting the landscapes that are amazing any traveler’s mind, we arrived to Moscow.
And well compared to a city which was built to open to Europe, the Nevski prospekt putting yourself in prospect, the soul of Moscow had more from the scars history left than a place to stay. Unease was a feeling that kept following us.
Of course, it is unsettling to reach the red square, to witness the reconstruction of this cathedral destroyed last century, to see sign of Lenin around, Still, Moscow personally brings back one memory, a walk near the Loubianka place, a place that was feared in the past, a place that still holds its threat from history.
So down, we went peacefully to Ukraine and Kiev. Where you need a visa as well. Of course, it s rather nice memories to be awakened at 2 o’clock in the morning by military at the frontier asking you your visa. Fortunately, the luck didn’t leave us and we filled the paper literally on the go.
As the sleep escaped us, we could rightly take notice of this landscape around, and especially on the bridge the train took, where we could see what we will discover later, a monastery from a far sight.
It was at a time where Ukraine was gathering its diplomacy through different colors, the yellow party, the pink one, the orange one, and the blue one gathering in a main square next to a wonderful jazz club we were entertained in, a sound of jazz, a glass of red wine, my vision of felicity.
We went down to the museum of Chernobyl to go along the history path started in St Petersburg and Moscow, and well, it sounds kind of nowadays giving recent events and the sight of the destruction, material and of lives, back in the 80’s.
Why am I writing all that and all these travels? I have the personnal feelings all these place, in Cambodia, in Peru, in Mexico, in Europe, will inexorably change with what we consider progress and standardization the future holds. So memories in black and white, it does take a photo in my memories at a point in time.
Travelling to Israel and some sides of Palestine: A road back on track
L'écriture en diagonale
CARNET DE VOYAGE
Introduction: No mysticism, no major change to the initial draft, the writings below are essentially as first written, apart from grammar mistakes. Looking at it now, It shows a lot of feelings, a lot of emotions, and a long way. Simply these are shared, hopefully in the most proper way, with not too much misunderstanding as I am entering this difficult zone.
Background Figures:
One trip. 06/06/09-14/06/09
489 kilometers of drive
62 kilometers of walks
7 Falafels
4 Bagels
5 shwarma
31 liters of water
??? archeological sites.
Many encounters.
ONE happy smile
picasaweb.google.com/waterprod/Israel02?feat=directlink
Why does he never smile?
First impression: One thing is certain, c’est de l’hébreu pour moi. :o)))
Rumours before departures set my mind up on different perspective. Different experience should come at the end. First, Calm, Relax, Quick, Youth and Enjoyment. Happy.
Why did I want to go there?
So long I cannot trace it back. When was it? 16 years ago? The print was already there in my mind map. Even better, starting straight away, only one hour after landing, no sleep, and straight into the car. It will be the first rush stone to many more. Starting with Spanish, heading to English, German, Russian. Yep surprising a lot of people coming from previous satellites states of Russia. Won’t speak about immigrants. It has a different meaning down here.
So, sunburnt from the first day, I am meeting history and extactic activity in pleasure. Definitely not along the urban legends I’ve heard. Another world, another time. Perhaps…
07/06/2009
First Encounters
Americans, Armenians, Sudanese, Ethiopians, Russians, Canadians, Australians, Israelis, South Africans, Irish, Spanish, Uruguayan, Germans, not that many French or English though. I am forgetting many.
So, good surprise, meeting first Americans from south Florida looking to history and coming here for their own personal reasons. Back here, facing all the history and reckoning all the consequences. I am still startled as the people I am meeting are deep into faith. I respect that and fortunately they do as well when I say I don’t believe in god, anyone that would judge my acts. Open-minded, we each other accept the other’s position. Goodness is in all human beings. It’s my only belief. I don’t want to enter the world of this chess and mate. I understand it better. I don’t think I’ve got no questions. Losing my religion is sounding back in my head.
Tel-Aviv is a westernized place under the sun. Israel has done its way forward on unknown borders. Commute together; Shabbat is a day of required sleep. All is about balance. Here, now. All is about excess eating infected mushrooms.
08/06/2009
There is always a first time
Yep, Surprising. First time I am discovering something linked to my own background, rather than discovering a totally new culture I’ve never been in touch with and that I was just eager to discover. I am in Jerusalem, straight onto Via Dolorosa. A path that had to be done this way. I now look to the surroundings with a deeper view, a further perspective. Calmness is the key, just look, witness, understand and absorb. Time to unlock the door, and see what‘s gonna come. Just listen to others meanings. Already, I’ve got the feelings that something gonna come from this. An experience that no one should be scared to undertake, something to be done. Definitely.
11/06/2009
Living the unexpected.
Finally away from Jerusalem, from this nice terrace of this youth hostel. I have absorbed, I can now start to digest. Wahoo. Nothing I expected and still the feeling that I was due to come here since a long time. not for spiritual enlightenment, although I have never been that tanned. I feel totally drained, already. Most surprisingly, for the first time, I feel exhausted both physically AND mentally. 5 days down the line, and still a lot in front. I now enjoy the tranquillity of the sea of Galilee. To these expenses. So much to see, so much to witness. You eat for your hungriness; you drink for your happiness as He once said. Why not? It still looks like Hebrew to me. All the unexpected, all concentrated in this small area.
Safe craziness of Tel aviv
Calmness of the night in Jerusalem, Light show and this dome of the rock I’ve been reading so much about.
So many nationalities meeting down this country
Yad Vashem, where I cried in front of the detailed chunks of this essential museum of history
12/06/2009
I am not, who am I?
Who do I believe in? The questions that keeps being asked, and that I fortunately finished to ask myself. So,
I am not Catholic.
I am not Protestant.
I am not Jewish.
I am not Buddhist.
I am not Muslim
I am not Sufis
I am not Druze
I am not Orthodox
From the look in the eyes of each, I could be an anomaly. But no. I respect them for their belief. They are listening as well to me. We are carrying out a useful discussion. I am that thing. I am that smile. After I am that all unconscious and I don’t know why I am here. No witness, no deception. Don’t know from which my set of values are set by. I trust myself, and this way I go above expectations and achieve more.
Who is speaking at the moment?
I don’t know, I cannot see it.
13/06/2009
End of the trip on a white sand beach, still discovering more and more history, and this dialog taking place.
- What did you accomplished?
- I don’t know.
- How do you feel?
- I am exhausted, never felt that tired.
- Happy?
- Head down the Mediterranean sea, How else could it be?
- Ready?
- For what?
- Tell me.
- Don’t know. I need time to digest. A lot of experience, a lot of feelings. I need to rest and keep quiet.
- You are in idle mode. Looks like you’ve been hit by a truck…
- It was a concessionary.
- Was it your idea of a good time?
- It was, meeting a lot, eating different cuisine, and discovering history and religion. I liked the sensation of sand sliding between my fingers.
- Did you achieve something?
- I can feel changes. I am not yet aware of how much. I don’t know why I came. I now need to digest. I will come back in time to face it with answers. I wasn’t prepared to meet so many questions.
- You’re more philosophical?
- Yep, I wouldn’t have believed it. That’s certainly for the better. I am ready for more, escape from the I to another isle. Starting from 0. I was kidding myself. I have everything in hand, and I will sure enjoy it.
- What’s next?
- More sun for sure. Now I really have to keep quiet. Silence will help lifting this superficial burden. Please don’t ask me any other questions.
- Why?
- …
14/06/09
Still… final word.
- Who are you ?
- Yep I know. I am Christian. I am a follower of the Christ and others. In that sense only. He showed, like other prophets, the basic underlying goodness inside everyone, humanism, and they extend their own to so much extent. Nothing more, no miracles, no god protecting it all, no church ruling it all, no more questions. I don’t believe in all and that’s enough. Call this enlightenement, call this a big lie. I need that lie. One has to believe in something. So I believe in human beings. Now, a respectful silence for them, for you. I need to digest, I need to sleep.
Un voyages tres intérressant... MERCI a tout.
3 Years later:
CARNET DE VOYAGE
Introduction: No mysticism, no major change to the initial draft, the writings below are essentially as first written, apart from grammar mistakes. Looking at it now, It shows a lot of feelings, a lot of emotions, and a long way. Simply these are shared, hopefully in the most proper way, with not too much misunderstanding as I am entering this difficult zone.
Background Figures:
One trip. 06/06/09-14/06/09
489 kilometers of drive
62 kilometers of walks
7 Falafels
4 Bagels
5 shwarma
31 liters of water
??? archeological sites.
Many encounters.
ONE happy smile
picasaweb.google.com/waterprod/Israel02?feat=directlink
Why does he never smile?
First impression: One thing is certain, c’est de l’hébreu pour moi. :o)))
Rumours before departures set my mind up on different perspective. Different experience should come at the end. First, Calm, Relax, Quick, Youth and Enjoyment. Happy.
Why did I want to go there?
So long I cannot trace it back. When was it? 16 years ago? The print was already there in my mind map. Even better, starting straight away, only one hour after landing, no sleep, and straight into the car. It will be the first rush stone to many more. Starting with Spanish, heading to English, German, Russian. Yep surprising a lot of people coming from previous satellites states of Russia. Won’t speak about immigrants. It has a different meaning down here.
So, sunburnt from the first day, I am meeting history and extactic activity in pleasure. Definitely not along the urban legends I’ve heard. Another world, another time. Perhaps…
07/06/2009
First Encounters
Americans, Armenians, Sudanese, Ethiopians, Russians, Canadians, Australians, Israelis, South Africans, Irish, Spanish, Uruguayan, Germans, not that many French or English though. I am forgetting many.
So, good surprise, meeting first Americans from south Florida looking to history and coming here for their own personal reasons. Back here, facing all the history and reckoning all the consequences. I am still startled as the people I am meeting are deep into faith. I respect that and fortunately they do as well when I say I don’t believe in god, anyone that would judge my acts. Open-minded, we each other accept the other’s position. Goodness is in all human beings. It’s my only belief. I don’t want to enter the world of this chess and mate. I understand it better. I don’t think I’ve got no questions. Losing my religion is sounding back in my head.
Tel-Aviv is a westernized place under the sun. Israel has done its way forward on unknown borders. Commute together; Shabbat is a day of required sleep. All is about balance. Here, now. All is about excess eating infected mushrooms.
08/06/2009
There is always a first time
Yep, Surprising. First time I am discovering something linked to my own background, rather than discovering a totally new culture I’ve never been in touch with and that I was just eager to discover. I am in Jerusalem, straight onto Via Dolorosa. A path that had to be done this way. I now look to the surroundings with a deeper view, a further perspective. Calmness is the key, just look, witness, understand and absorb. Time to unlock the door, and see what‘s gonna come. Just listen to others meanings. Already, I’ve got the feelings that something gonna come from this. An experience that no one should be scared to undertake, something to be done. Definitely.
11/06/2009
Living the unexpected.
Finally away from Jerusalem, from this nice terrace of this youth hostel. I have absorbed, I can now start to digest. Wahoo. Nothing I expected and still the feeling that I was due to come here since a long time. not for spiritual enlightenment, although I have never been that tanned. I feel totally drained, already. Most surprisingly, for the first time, I feel exhausted both physically AND mentally. 5 days down the line, and still a lot in front. I now enjoy the tranquillity of the sea of Galilee. To these expenses. So much to see, so much to witness. You eat for your hungriness; you drink for your happiness as He once said. Why not? It still looks like Hebrew to me. All the unexpected, all concentrated in this small area.
Safe craziness of Tel aviv
Calmness of the night in Jerusalem, Light show and this dome of the rock I’ve been reading so much about.
So many nationalities meeting down this country
Yad Vashem, where I cried in front of the detailed chunks of this essential museum of history
12/06/2009
I am not, who am I?
Who do I believe in? The questions that keeps being asked, and that I fortunately finished to ask myself. So,
I am not Catholic.
I am not Protestant.
I am not Jewish.
I am not Buddhist.
I am not Muslim
I am not Sufis
I am not Druze
I am not Orthodox
From the look in the eyes of each, I could be an anomaly. But no. I respect them for their belief. They are listening as well to me. We are carrying out a useful discussion. I am that thing. I am that smile. After I am that all unconscious and I don’t know why I am here. No witness, no deception. Don’t know from which my set of values are set by. I trust myself, and this way I go above expectations and achieve more.
Who is speaking at the moment?
I don’t know, I cannot see it.
13/06/2009
End of the trip on a white sand beach, still discovering more and more history, and this dialog taking place.
- What did you accomplished?
- I don’t know.
- How do you feel?
- I am exhausted, never felt that tired.
- Happy?
- Head down the Mediterranean sea, How else could it be?
- Ready?
- For what?
- Tell me.
- Don’t know. I need time to digest. A lot of experience, a lot of feelings. I need to rest and keep quiet.
- You are in idle mode. Looks like you’ve been hit by a truck…
- It was a concessionary.
- Was it your idea of a good time?
- It was, meeting a lot, eating different cuisine, and discovering history and religion. I liked the sensation of sand sliding between my fingers.
- Did you achieve something?
- I can feel changes. I am not yet aware of how much. I don’t know why I came. I now need to digest. I will come back in time to face it with answers. I wasn’t prepared to meet so many questions.
- You’re more philosophical?
- Yep, I wouldn’t have believed it. That’s certainly for the better. I am ready for more, escape from the I to another isle. Starting from 0. I was kidding myself. I have everything in hand, and I will sure enjoy it.
- What’s next?
- More sun for sure. Now I really have to keep quiet. Silence will help lifting this superficial burden. Please don’t ask me any other questions.
- Why?
- …
14/06/09
Still… final word.
- Who are you ?
- Yep I know. I am Christian. I am a follower of the Christ and others. In that sense only. He showed, like other prophets, the basic underlying goodness inside everyone, humanism, and they extend their own to so much extent. Nothing more, no miracles, no god protecting it all, no church ruling it all, no more questions. I don’t believe in all and that’s enough. Call this enlightenement, call this a big lie. I need that lie. One has to believe in something. So I believe in human beings. Now, a respectful silence for them, for you. I need to digest, I need to sleep.
Un voyages tres intérressant... MERCI a tout.
3 Years later:
Time played as well with my memories of a travel there. I remember mainly the good sides, having seen and discussed most things I was searching for, discovering about myself, the most valuable thing, and all the good memories.
Still, now, did it worth all the hassle? Having a visa that, 3 months after, would deny my entry to Tripoli, while my plane was running late, and I had to go to , if not an hospital, a quick check up room. Secondly, being stopped by two soldiers, yet very gorgeous, but it wasn’t the matter. A beard of a week and my usual pair of glass on my face, and I didn’t look like the picture of my passport. Are you playing with my nerves? So a mild yes it did worth the hassle, for once, maybe not twice. and because it always has to worth it, whatever I am getting from it, it is not the question.
Why? finally because of what matters. Gut feelings that made me believe I will pass my turn, simply. I am looking in the future, and see a lot more of the other things I am looking forward to.
Travelling to some sides of South America, a road in songs
On the road to Macchu Picchu.
On this road, I only knew Spanish since 3 months, It was the first time I realizes each country benefits from its very own atmosphere no one can harm. Through a medium, a Spanish accent that I couldn t understand back in Spain, and here, a sweet melody full of meanings. The learning curve has its mystery
I’ve discovered surprises at every corner: Landed in Juliaca, we’ve reached Puño. There I have enjoyed a charming “Camisa Negra” after a short ride in a kind of motorcycle that led me next to the lake of Titicaca, its floating islands, La Paz on the other side, and people sharing insights I wouldn’t have dreamed of in my modern western life, or what I thought modern is.
This road to Peru, c’est pas le perou, leads me to other trips over the continent, wonderful memories.
In Mexico, where we went back on tracks with the Incas, understanding a ball game and discovering an architecture that empowers as well the symbol of snales.
Mexico, and one memory going back to me. Apart from renting a car, and getting literally lost in the street of Mexico city, 5 kms from the airport, I have this memory of this airport for buses, a platform leading you everywhere as soon as we forgot rightly the car
This way, we went to Palenque, a beautiful temple, wild and eaten by the wild nature, giving this special thought, this special feeling only MAcchu Picchu, Palenque and Angkor Wat gave me. This sense of not being unique, this sense of facing a whole life in the past, this sense of Waouh.
From Mexico to Cuba, where apart from very good cigars of course, we did enjoy this buena vida side in this Buena vista social club bar in La Habana, and further a deep calmness around Viñales. Memories of mountains spreading over your eyes in wild shape I couldn’t even imagine.
And this coming back to the world, speaking the language is the best visa I had, and truly I was deeply shattered to discuss and see civilians with food tickets, not one, not two, a lot. That and the lack of medicine were my drugs to stay along reality. I am thankful for this humanity, showing a smile rather than despair, beautiful
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