about my love affair with Brancusi

... the secret of Princesse X ...

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Femme se regardant dans un miroir vue de dos (1909)
Vue d'atelier : Princesse X (1915-1916) 
photographies : Constantin Brancusi
© legs Brancusi, 1957, Paris, Centre Georges Pompidou, Mnam-Cci.

down from the mountain

... coming down from the mountain, so vulnerable & open, I feel so fragile. Layers peeled away to a soft core. Easing myself gently back into my urban life after two weeks of a yoga retreat in la Sierra de las Nieves.

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éloge in Bora-Boro

... well you see, I've been livin' in the XVIII° for quite a long time now, and would ya believe it but the infamous Mr. Boronali used to live just right up the block from me, and yet we never met. We were even on that same 80 bus, never at the same time... (he wrote about that bus, he just loathed it, or loved it... ya can read about it, but ya gotta know french because he's like French & everything...)
When I finally met him in Tchernobyl last winter, he showed me this drawing of his little dog Twiggy... a strange feeling crept over me ... I had a flashback... and yes, I swear I remember seeing that dog as Boro swept out of a specialty shop in the neighborhood one winter : the dog, the leash, his shoe, the bottom of his overcoat (he's very well-dressed, or used to be !). A handsome man, with his dog & ex-girlfriend... that was the very first time I saw him.

Coming soon ! ! !

please be patient, darling !