A video jam reflecting on this season and how else we can approach it as creatives.
Oh please do have a good wiff of woody woodland bliss. I’d sure love to brush past some greenery and dangle on branches. I’ve been feeling like that globe of a desert, winds blowing over dunes, constantly rearranging the landscape. In short, overworked and my batteries have run dry in the last days/weeks and it’s about time we re-enter into the wild and get some of that LUSHness back again.
In a few weeks time we move house and next week I go to Berlin for The Hive and then Bonn to finally visit my dear aunts. A lot has passed in just a matter of months. 2013 has already exceeded everything I imagined. I knew I was going to go through a few changes – and that was exactly what I asked for. But such a crazy ride it has been. Can we pitch a tent out here for the night and just, for a moment, get lost in this maze and let it have us, have it borrow our bodies and deliver it elsewhere.
Teaching an online class was one of those big steps forward and it went wonderfully. I was completely astounded by the work and genius of people, the biggest hearts shared to the world. For the first time I feel like I’m doing something worthwhile. My creative explorations weren’t so much of a waste afterall.
Surely a lot more to come in the next weeks. There may not be that many trees involved but as far as I can see, this is certainly a WILD way to live. Take the wild out of life and what do you get? Meh.
My usual day starts making sure Adamo is prepped and ready for school, breakfast of fruits, then off to walk him unless Fra takes him which he did today. I was greeted by a familiar name, my best friend sent me an email with a video from home. I haven’t seen him in years and seeing him now on a screen, walking in places and spaces, bringing back these smells, the warmth of a noonday sun against bright orange earth or the cool blanket of humid mountain air, swimming in it or sinking ever so peacefully, resting my head at the deepest bottom, easily found also at the highest peak. I can go on writing about home but what really happens to me is much more than I can talk/write about. I start to spill on the floor, pieces of me rushing at the pull of gravity, falling into hidden cracks, deeper and deeper still into the core of the earth. There, where there is no distance between places, spaces, and people. I am home. We are all together again.
It is good to remember, to be shaken into being. While the video talks much more about re-thinking our waste/lifestyle and re-creating a more sustainable world, I can’t help but think about how I can bring that consciousness into my own work which is mostly online, seemingly removed from the here-now reality.
Not too long ago I opened up a group within the InterNations community called Rome Creatives. The concept was to “Learn. Share. Create.” – which became a kind of advocacy over the years of collaborating with creatives: artists, designers, musicians, philosophers, scientists, meditators, and their kin. They say “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Eat, drink and be merry? Perhaps that and a bit more substance.
By chance I found this sweet spot not too far from my son’s first ever asilo/school. Its called Officina Dolce (more photos + article here), and immediately I thought – CUPCAKES! and also, brilliant location for a meet! One baby step led to another. I talked to the owner and created this little video portrait, put up my online flyer and had four people show up.
Two Italian ladies, one architect and one lawyer + a British working at FAO + a French who works for an international NGO = very interesting mix. We did a portrait activity together, something I adapted from the awesomest art school (MMM) I used to work in. And it went pretty well despite most everyone’s lack of confidence in their drawing abilities.
Overall – a wonderful beginning for more interesting encounters in 2013!!! 🙂 Excited for you and me and all! Lets bring in worthy challenges and great successes this new year.
That is a picture of the ancient Greek and Roman ruins of Libya, from a distance. It is hard to imagine that once upon a time here in this dry desert was a thriving enterprise and an empire teeming with activity, drama, and culture just a few thousand years ago. Perhaps now it is all left completely to our imagination especially after the recent civil war and bombings. Without these landmarks, these fossils, who will remember? Unless one bothers to pick up a book, or look through some photographs, it is as if nothing happened. All turned into dust.
These film photographs were taken in 2006 by my husband Francesco. Back then he had the lucky opportunity to visit (it was never so easy for foreigners to visit Libya under Geddafi). At the time he was so inspired by his experience that he immediately wrote a book, very personal and he was about to publish it but unfortunately one of the real-life characters involved in the book did not approve of it and it had to go hidden until the recent war broke out and a sudden desire to release this work made him rewrite the whole book and publish it this year. I used some of his pictures from the actual trip to create the cover for Libya 2006: Viaggio a tre voci (A Trip in 3 Voices). Here is the design I came up with, my imagination of what Libya feels like.
The publisher has a fixed format for their books so I didn’t have to design the title and text but here is how it looks printed.
It is in Italian and
has some copies if anyone is interested in purchasing. Do you think its a good idea to try and make it available for purchase online?
This is a chapter worth skipping as I am about to tread past blogging SOP and move back to how I once wrote online, back when nobody read my rambles and I was much more intense/intimate with life. It has been almost three years that I/we have been moving about and around Italy. Rome is treating us well, fairest weather, vibrant and crazy. It reminds me a little bit of another crazy capital – Manila, ten times more wacky where I last spent my days before I made this big move.
It has been several months now that I have been planning/anticipating our trip back to the Philippines. A year over after giving birth to our son now big enough to fly halfway across the planet, I’m more than excited to have him see and meet the big circle of friends and family back in the place I so dearly call home. Unfortunately we won’t be able to make the trip as a change of priorities and plans are set in motion.
Truth is, I never really thought I would be “living” my life in Italy. I didn’t realize this consequence of our marriage. Both of us being such nomads, I expected we would be moving about but I always knew my point of origin was still among these string of islands, the comfortable vicinity of sea and coconuts and laughter and friendship. I know this clearly now. Despite embracing and adopting this second “home”, I cannot lie. A part of me is anchored firmly in those shores.
I write to let go. This is my letter. So much of memory and nostalgia is holding me back from truly living and being here where I am. Come to think of it, the whole world is our home. A true nomad knows this. For this I can stop waiting for that distant trip and consider these moments, these times so ripe for building a life.