Art and mood

I’ve been feeling a bit off lately. Off-balance, disconnected, disengaged. Every day is a race or a fight. I am a person who needs a certain amount of doing nothing. I need quietude and languor of body and soul. Lately, there has been no time for anything but what absolutely must get done. It leaves me exhausted.

Here I am tired, physically and mentally…dreaming of nothing and doing nothing, and it is divine. When choosing the template for my blog I came across the above picture and it mesmerized me. That woman (her name is Leila and she was painted by Sir Frank Dicksee in 1892) depicted how I felt.

So in the end, the choice of a template was quite linear with the mood of the moment. Do you do the same?

About me

I am someone who likes to go hang out with a small circle of very good friends and when I am with them I act badly and generally paint the town blood red.

My work kicks my butt everyday so when I get home I'm a master at relaxation. I get nervous when there is no milk and coffee in the house- I have no qualms admitting that I read trashy magazines. If I could be anywhere at the moment it would be in Brasil discovering the amazon and enjoying its beach or in Sudan taking picture of the ancient Nubian pyramids and its beautiful people or in a coastal town of the Mediterranean listening to the elderly family story on how life was back then.

I like people who are not judgmental, racist, homophobic or zealots; I like people who are polite drivers and nice to restaurant/service staff; I like people who are aware of, and sensitive to, their greater surroundings... and those who have been at the frontline of humanity at its worst.I do not like the self-absorbed and the uncurious; I especially dislike those who carry an inflated sense of entitlement (even though they haven't toiled a lick) - I like people that can teach me stuff I don't know; I can quickly bond with people that love horror movies and loathe the idea of sitting through a romantic comedy.I like people who go on road trips in a car, on a train, on a boat, on a camel...but always with good snacks.

My look of the moment is that of a rebel bureaucrat. I have most the rebellious hair. It can quickly turn into dreadlocks if not contained.

These days, I prefer to fly out of Newark.

Unexpected inspiration

I dont't know what possessed me today when the last book was finished, the last email was sent and my call went unanswered. That triggered the unhealthy fascination to go and grab a piece of world wide web. Probably, the only thing I can own these days beyond the few carton boxes I obsess to pack my life in. Whether this adventure is here to stay or not only time will tell. For now I am here to share the same passion with you.

Photographs of art installation by Martin Firrell at The Royal Opera House Covent Garden, London