For some private reasons, I feel like writing more. Maybe because I want to say something to somebody, but I don't really know to whom. A blog is maybe like a diary, we write it in the expectation to be read by somebody, even though it's totally private and not interesting at all.
Last week, I came to the conclusion that Human is a strange animal. It has its own wills, emotions, dependencies, and fears that are not controllable. I wished I was stronger, not affected by tiny things in my life, not to loose the direction I want to head to. But this is also a reality that i gotta face everyday. Waiting for somebody to let me know more about life, feelings, fears. It takes time though. Fears to be rejected, fears to be not able to realize the dreams, fears to be not good enough, fears to not succeed in the way I want to.
today is Sunday. Paris. The city looks frozen, the silence covers the backstreets, people are slow, a bit content or a bit sad. Parcs and horizons are under a white fragile light of winter. In my studio, the room mates is listening to chinese songs. I wished I could understand some words. We gonna clean here, and I will go to buy canvases tomorrow, I have to make them ready to be shown in March. Ah yeah, and I also have an exhibition to prepare for next Sunday..
Talk to me, I need your voice.







he let me go. But once at home, using Unix, i could recover pictures he forced me to erase...... those pictures end up my project i told several comments before... ok, let's be generous, here is one of the picture! actually the best shot i got this time in Europe..!!