Tuesday 19 February 2013

Artistic Liaisons......some of them dangerous.


In good faith.....

All my words for the people I care about are always in my good faith.

Kindness towards the constant plight of my artistic friends, is an extra sensory perception of the unconditional kind. Their endeavours are theirs and theirs alone......to be always at the fore of the ideas and the artspeak can bond the many relationships we have with each other. I have been fortunate in my artistic life to know and work with my friends .....across this varied field. The last part of 2012 was and will be, a time I will forever remember as most profound and yet.... some of the most disturbing moments were in the dialogue with a non believer of faith....my faith in him.

Like so often in life we take risks and chances......Iv always been a chance girl.....since my adoration of the Dadaists and Surrealism......they were the mighty with nothing to lose except tradition.....a quantum leap into the modern era. I was seventeen when I was introduced to that world....one that changed my everyday....my religion too.

In love you go forth....you tell all....some mistakes are made....a kind of madness sets in.

My faith in words comes from my Italian heritage.... as a child, a small child....Italian was my only language.....until I was five years old.......I learnt how to see beauty from my Zia's mother..."Rosa."

Love of religious icons and altar placements.... comes from those early years.

Artistic liaisons with people can be a very hard ask.....you see what they like from a distance....and engage with them verbally .....banter about with dates and important times in histories ......connect intellectually and existentially ......charm each other when we don't feel so good about ourselves. Its our personal unspoken union with the world.


After all the words exchanged with the non believer......I can say my shame is like pain....you only feel it once.


Monday 18 February 2013

Napoleon's Eye.: "Victor Hugo"...Roads and moral philosophy.

Napoleon's Eye.: "Victor Hugo"...Roads and moral philosophy.:                                                                                                      melwitz folino. There was a time....

"Victor Hugo"...Roads and moral philosophy.

                                                                                                    
melwitz folino.


There was a time....not that long ago.....when traveling as a single woman around the world...was a truly memorable experience. My distinctive yet eccentric look including a very wide brimmed floppy hat and Iris Apfel sunglasses...was chic but not highly desirable....after all it was the 80's and Madonna ruled the world.

Interesting!.....Once whilst motoring from Paris all the way down to Italy, I recall the bug like Peugeot I had hired having red upholstery... and an Eiffel Tower hanging from the revision mirror.
As I cranked my way down south...many curious people asked me what I did for a living...."Im an Artist"....I said....Im looking to pull up where ever I like and just look at things!

How marvelous it was...as I meandered south on dirt roads with olive trees in all directions....for some reason the great Victor Hugo....came into my thoughts....people from all walks of life with pig farms and stray goats....hitch hikers looking like serial killers and small horses being ridden by gypsy kids.

Land and geography fascinated me at every turn...driving on the other side of the road was a challenge and often my sightseeing took my concentration away from the wheel....alas quick thinking and strategically placed peaches aligned on the dashboard .....saved the situation and delighted my taste buds...there's something to be said about warm fruit....its delicious.
Where ever I drove my thoughts were alive to the many poets and artists.....they too... would have taken my roads.....only without cars....what a luxury it was to guide the peugeot into sensational countryside....all senses charged and ready to stop along the way.

A look from a passer by....made me smile.... as I realized I was wearing a very long and flowing scarf...as it flew around in the wind...I felt euphoric and free!

melwitz folino.
Victor Hugo.....take me far away to Italy once more.