I guess we're all looking for that place to call home or an ode to the woman of my life

Cause I have been listening to Van Morrison all day today and I can't help but think of home. A little ode to the woman of my life...

What will for always be my song, cause Van is the Man and you hummed this for me during our endless summer days

In 2012 I participated in this psycho photographic project where I had to pick a photo of an inspirational figure in my life, have my photo taken in front of a projection of the photo I had chosen and then enjoy about half an hour of psychoanalysis with the artist himself... 

CHRISTINA AND HER MOM 

"She was given money to go to the grocery store and instead she hit the road when she was only 16 with an apple and a toothbrush as baggage (cause dental hygiene is vital). She was always gazing at the horizon and so she embarked on a journey to discover the world. London, Paris, Bahamas, New York and the sky is our limit. I guess Wanderlust is highly contagious. A single mother, a queen of fashion, an iron lady, a rock'n'roll goddess and my personal hero. The woman that had me humming "Wild Wild Life" before I was even able to mumble and to whom I owe everything. My mom. Feelings of safety, belonging and immense unconditional love. I guess we are looking for that place to call home. "


The first song I apparently ever sung. 

Cause there's nothing like discovering hidden treasures like a photo of your mom in the late 60s. What a babe!

"Laughter. An essential ingredient for survival. And we laughed a lot."

"We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity. We would call forth in our minds the image of Paul Revere, riding through the American night, petitioning the people to wake up, to take up arms. We too would take up arms, the arms of our generation, the electric guitar and the microphone."

""Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine." I had written the line some years before as a declaration of existence, as a vow to take responsibility for my own actions. Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself."

"The gratitude I had for rock and roll as it pulled me through a difficult adolescence. The joy I experienced when I danced. The moral power I gleaned in taking responsibility for one's actions."

Just Kids by Patti Smith

Cause lady Patti was the first concert she took me too and we randomly ended up reading her book at the same time.





 

My latest mom tattoo 

Salt picking

 This Christmas

Cause this post needs to end with Van The Man....

I feel she said...

 Cause back to reality confusion takes hold....A post about bed talk, love songs, the elephant in the room, the easy life and Frances Ha which I finally watched and loved. It seems like arrested development is kind of the theme du jour and well I feel she said...

 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI – MAN AND WOMAN IN BED AT 10 PM

I feel like a can of sardines she said
I feel like a bandate I said
I feel like a tuna fish sandwich she said
I feel like sliced tomato I said
I feel like it’s gonna rain she said
I feel like the clock has stopped I said
I feel like the door’s unlocked she said
I feel like an elephant is gonna walk in I said
I fell like we ought to pay the rent she said
I feel like we ought to get a job I said
I feel like you ought to get job she said

I don’t feel like working I said

I feel like you don’t care for me she said
I feel like we ought to make love I said
I feel like wève been making too much love she said
I feel like we ought to make more love I said
I feel like you ought to get a job she said
I feel you ought to get a job I said

I feel like a drink she said
I feel like a whiff of whisky I said
I feel like wère going to end up on wine she said
I feel like you’re right I said
I feel like giving up she said
I feel like I need a bath I said
I feel like I need a bath too she said
I feel like you ought to bathe my back I said
I feel like you don’t love me she said
I feel like I do love you I said
I feel that thing in me she said
I feel that thing in you I said
I feel like I love you now she said
I feel like I love you more than you do me I said
I feel wonderful she said I feel like screaming
I feel like going on forever
I feel you can’t she said
I feel I said
I feel she said

Cause every story needs to have its love song

 Perfume Ad campaign by Helmut Lang, Artwork by Jenny Holzer, Art direction by Marc Atlan, 1999

My elephant in the room!
Cause I had the pleasure of  meeting the beautiful Daniel Firman, the artist who makes these incredible sculptures

Parce que je suis émerveillée: Sacred Monsters

As reality bites and we have already started nostalgically reminiscing about the holiday fun and frolic we all had I can't  help but think back on what was most definitely one of the highlights of my holiday, this spectacular dance performance I saw in Greeceland. "Sacred Monsters"  is a modern dance masterpiece choreographed by Akram Khan who joins forces with undoubtedly the best ballerina of our time, the graciously elastic Sylvie Guillem. A study on human relations that left me in an ecstatic state. Though I live in the land of dance (Belgium), a performance like this comes along and reminds us what greatness really is. A must see if you ever get the chance!  

Je suis émerveillée!  





Sacred Monsters, Akram Khan Company from Akram Khan Company on Vimeo.

“Sacred Monsters. Monstres Sacres. The term was used for the first time in France in the 19th century as a nickname for the big stars of the theatre, such as Sarah Bernhardt. It marks the birth of contemporary stardom in which the icons of the arts and sports world are given divine status by their audience and the media. Sacred Monsters is first and foremost the meeting and exchange of two such 'stars' of the present day dance world: Sylvie Guillem and Akram Khan. But there is also a flip side to stardom. Having to live up to the expectations of your audience to be perfect, positive, good (at), … There is no more room for failure, imperfection, to express one's real feelings and emotions. The divine status becomes inhuman, monstrous."

2014: Only lovers left alive

Cause I can't think of a better way to great 2014 then watching the new film by the king of cool-Jim Jarmusch "Only Lovers Left Alive". A never-ending love story between the eerily elegant Tilda Swinton and the dashing rocker Tom Hiddleston. Against the no-mans land that is modern day Detroit we follow the afterhours wanderings of Adam and Eve, a couple that can't live without music, books and blood. Cause as Eve says, the only way to make eternity bearable and to deal with the way humanity, "the zombies", are raping and pillaging Earth, is to fill your time with love, compassion and DANCING.

"The most important thing is love,...I know that now. There's  no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon...I'm not quite twenty, but, thanks to you, I've learned something that many women these days never learn; Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed  and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes love. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be to make love stay?"

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."

"Still Life with Woodpecker" Tom Robbins

"Barking at the moon?"
"What about it?"
"That's all our love was to you?"

'That's all love ever is. Love is not a harpsichord concert in a genteel drawing room. And it sure as hell ain't Social Security, Laetrile, the Irish Sweepstakes, or roller disco. Love is private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening side. I think of the Luna card in the Tarot deck: some strange, huge crustacean, its armor glistening and its pinchers wiggling, clatters out of a pool while wild dogs howl at a bulging moon. Underneath the hearts and flowers, love is loony like that. Attempts to housebreak it, to refine it, to dress the crabs up like doves and make them sing soprano always result in thin blood. You end up with a parody. There're lots of pretty sounds that describe 'like', but 'love' is more on the order of barking."

"Still Life with Woodpecker" Tom Robbins