art <=> travel

Art on expedition, Leiden, October 2014.

Playground.

Italian vintage re-visited

Invito alla Letteratura, 

Rome, Italy

A Roman book bar along the Tiber

There is something magical about traveling alone.

About solitude, introspection and the kind of focused thinking 

that comes from being completely at peace with yourself,

or exactly where you want to be. 

Pursuit (or chance) of happiness?

John Locke coined the term "pursuit of happiness" adopted by Jefferson in the American Declaration of Independence... and in our individual pursuits of happiness, how much is really down to pursuit, and how is much is left to chance?  

Either way - happy pursuits of happy chances - that so often come whilst playing (or travelling)...

free your body, free your mind?

This - I like to think- feminist stance from Hélène Cixous,

was slipped onto a piece of hand-pressed stationary paper

in one of the most beautiful shops of Brussels.

-Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time.

Write yourself. 

Your body must be heard.-

Most of us (apart from a handful fanatics, dictators and average idiots) 

agree that censoring the minds of the people is counter-productive and wrong.

But what about our bodies? 

Is that kind of censorship really that much different?

Imagining there is a better world

Combining ideas from the World Poems on the Underground and Socialist Union reading, 

we got an inspiration for imagining and singing for a better world...

All this whilst enjoying a wonderful up of coffee in a beautiful garden 

in a small bookshop in Notting Hill.