I found a piano in the basement of my building. I asked the landlord if he knew the owner. He told me it could be mine if I wanted to. I took it and placed it in my kitchen-living-bedroom. My fingers remembered me I knew some things about keyboards. Fancy childhood, piano lessons, music theory; everything just came to me as a brisk reminiscence.  So I started creating a melody; simple, with the accords that came up in that moment and just tried to record it with my phone. Here’s my last night creation.

C’est comme ça que je vois the world, noyé in colours, it bouge in synchronisation, et dance in harmonisation, la beauté, the magic, l’amour, the happiness. I got it all back… I got it all back.

Work in progress

What is home? H O M E Just random letters, arranged together. For me, it doesn’t really mean anything. Are the human destined to have a material house. They can call home? Or can we also call the nature our habitat? I feel more like a world-dweller.

Remember - Recognize - Remake - Reconstruct

I just started remembering these things I’ve been trying to forget. Why am I supposed to bring to mind all of this, that doesn’t even define me? Or does it? No, I am new. I am not the person life turned into. I want to believe I have the power to create myself too. If I can make art I can be whoever I want.

But it’s so hard to forget. I lost the two people who were supposed to guide me through life. Yes, life’s a bitch. It took my parents and I didn’t even understand it. I am not even sure I got to love them. Have I ever loved?

And it definitely didn’t stop there. Anonym people kept making decisions for me, delivering me like an outcast burden. Life kept throwing me into the black hole. A boarding school- she said- let’s ruin everything for him.

I just couldn’t do it. I was always the weird one, the eerie, the bizarre. So I left; I took an unauthorized furlough. I didn’t abandon, nor dessert, no, because I am not a quitter. I merely chose another path. I started the new journey.

However, this time, I picked out the destination by myself. I chose the new me and called it into existence as I wanted to.

I am steadily unsteady, my body floats in a world of disequilibrium, I am a healthy lunatic, my mind is clear, the rest of me is not. Art runs through my veins like so much water. My fingers are numb, my hands suffer from vertigo...

virtual being

painting with pixels the blank white emptiness of all colours the human eye can’t see

but if we don’t see it is it real?

I took a walk outside today even though the weather was gloomy. The rain fell in a mist over the city and i took a deep breath of the fresh air.

Onion Cake

This day I thought about what I could do for dinner. After a look into the food chamber I recognized that I had to much onions and I have to do something with it… At this moment I remembered eating a cake out of onions at a friend’s house, so I decided to try it out by myself. This is the outcome and it’s really delicious. Happy for the moment ☺☺☺

Recipe:

Make yeast dough and cut a lot of onions. Let the dough stay for about 1h and roll it out like pizza dough. Put the onions and bacon on top. Make a sauce with milk, eggs, butter and salt and add this to the onions. Then it needs just 30min in the oven by 200° e viola.

Life is not a teacher, but the experience is one.