Back on my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here the portrait of an octopus swimming peacefully on the greek coast
Swimmingly is such a good word!
I personally swim like a brick, so usually try not to describe things in my life as such.
Inspired by a photograph by a photograph by Michael Carlebach.
https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqk3W01uzUv/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Joan Miró (1893-1983)
Miró always maintained a rigidly inflexible daily routine—both because he disliked being distracted from his work, and because he feared slipping back into the severe depression that had afflicted him as a young man, before he discovered painting. To help prevent a relapse, his routine always included vigorous exercise—boxing in Paris; jumping rope and Swedish gymnastics at a Barcelona gym; and running on the beach and swimming at Mont-roig, a seaside village where his family owned a farmhouse.
Miró hated for this routine to be interrupted by social or cultural events. As he told an American journalist, “Merde! I absolutely detest all openings and parties! They’re commercial, political, and everybody talks too much. They get on my tits!”
From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
Umberto Eco (b. 1932)
Eco says that he is able to be productive during the brief “interstices” in the day. He told The Paris Review’s interviewer: “This morning you rang, but then you had to wait for the elevator, and several seconds elapsed before you showed up at the door. During those seconds, waiting for you, I was thinking of this new piece I’m writing. I can work in the water closet, in the train. While swimming I produce a lot of things, especially in the sea. Less so in the bathtub, but there too.”
- From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
“When men stop believing in God, it isn’t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.” ― Umberto Eco
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For May 10th, today is the day for bubbles.
For this day, I decided to make Equilor, who, while swimming, came across a strange oyster, which, when opened, released the bubble motor
