From being in love with the romantic notion to accepting the complexity of Love, I’ve embraced the sometimes joyful, sometimes painful journey of Love.
Art and Love go hand-in-hand
these days i listen and read a lot: i listen to david whyte read his poem santiago. https://vimeo.com/251995359 i read your duck is my duck by deborah eisenberg. https://bookmarks.reviews/reviews/your-duck-is-my-duck/ i listen to david bowie’s… Read more Listening & Reading →
2017, a difficult year. That is what I read everywhere. Politically, environmentally, and financially. If not a Trump fan, not a good year; natural disasters happening because of global… Read more 2017 >>> 2018 →
Looks like I live my life backwards. Instead of exploring in my teens and twenties before settling down, I started exploring after having settled, in my forties and into my sixties. Funny thing is, all of us five siblings settled down with a high school sweetheart in our teens. What did our parents feed us? The fact that it takes two? A sort of co-dependency? An idea that identity (the sense of self) is not individual? That growing up has to be shared? That my name could not be uttered without… Read more Death of a Twosome →
Seventeen and in Paris on my own. It was my first encounter with the city of love and I was fortunate to stay with an aunt and uncle, who both being workaholics, left me with oceans of time to explore. I hurried out the door to experience the vast world of Paris with its majestic architecture, its towering cathedrals, its world-renowned art collections, its peaceful parks, and its crowds of people. The air was spring like, mild and sunny, although I was spending my Christmas holiday away from my home… Read more PARIS →
Some people just don’t leave you. They stay with you forever and forever. Whether they’re in your neighborhood, overseas, or cross-country. Their influence, their impact, their imprint is ingrained, stamped, and tattooed all over you. No matter, what you do for the rest of your life, you can’t escape. And whether the strong presence is right next to you or imagined, it is elusive and forever making you sad. How to explain? How to explain such strong emotion that you cannot control, that you cannot direct, that you cannot understand?… Read more Love as is →