This is my CULTURE

You won’t believe the man I’ve met - I can hardly grasp it myself. We’ve practically been hiding away in the studio the last few days - working and painting side by side. Dancing, getting high on music and love, hardly eating or sleeping – oh, you know… We just got lost in colors and words and rhythms and emotions. It’s like being somewhere between serenity and excess. Like meditation and dissolution in one breath, in a single stroke of the paintbrush. We’re working with auburn and ochre, cobalt blue, cognac and silver-grey - earthy colors with warmth and steaminess. Ah, my head is spinning, my jeans are all messed up and I have paint between my toes – but at least I’m getting my grounding. I think life is a jewel box to be opened and lived in. A soft, padded, golden, velvet-lined je wel box filled with afternoon sun and a reckless love affair. And a man, like him. I don’t know where this is taking me, but don’t wait up for me.