Monday, 28 January 2013 @10:35
"I’ve always wanted to empty rooms."
Because, in order to create, sometimes we need to make space.
L’ambassadrice du style was fifteen when, in 1940 Paris, emptied her room: away with everything, with fabrics and richness and heavy décor. Only a bed, a Mies van der Rohe chair and a Noguchi lamp. And space for creativity. That’s what I want to remember about her, now that she just died – not the black and white bathroom of the Morgans Hotel in NYC, or the many chic stores in Paris. I want to remember that, in order to create, sometimes you have to make space.
Friday, 25 January 2013 @08:19
"My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance."
What I mean by superpowers.
I know, I know. There are women who really delight in housekeeping. I mean: they really (really!) find ironing therapeutic, and cleaning the bathroom is tantamount to an antidepressant. Sadly, it doesn’t work for me. I wish I had the superpowers of Samantha, the blonde 60’s witch and housewife of the sit-com "Bewitched". I grew up thinking I could become like her. If not blonde, at least with gentle superpowers…
Monday, 21 January 2013 @19:42
"Hope: a new constellation. Waiting for us to map it, waiting for us to name it, together.
Follow the light: because there’s always a light, even in the darkest of nights. Hope.
Thanks to Obama, who wanted poetry, more poetry for his inauguration; and thanks to Richard Blanco, poet laureate (and, not that it really matters, hispanic - born from cuban exiles - and gay), who wrote it. So, let's do it. Let’s follow our personal costellation. Let’s believe in the cosmic dance.
Friday, 18 January 2013 @08:58
"I believe in deeply ordered chaos."
Creativity: right on the border between chaos and order. Or, hopefully, creating order out of chaos.
And a beach towel in red and green: the unexpected gadget approved by the Francis Bacon estate. When contemporary art becomes merchandising. I don’t know if Francis Bacon would have approved, but I like the quote.
Monday, 14 January 2013 @23:12
"If I don’t have red, I use blue."
Necessity and creativity.
Can colours teach us a new existential philosophy, expecially in times of recession? Maybe.
But the lesson I learned, while touring Picasso’s exhibition in Milano with little Ashi, two years old, was another one. I thought Ashi would be immediately taken by Picasso’s paintings: aren’t the coulours, the lines, the way of "translating" the world so very similar to the way a child paints? Well, she wasn’t. Fascinated, I mean. She moaned and grumbled all the way: Picasso’s effort to paint as a child ("It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint as a child") was too similar to her own, too confusing, too chaotic. Why is the man’s face green? Where is the mouth? Where are the eyes? Is that a kiss? So perplexed that, at home, when I asked her do to a drawing for me, she punched without hesitation the paper with a pen (a Fontana’s fake?), and gave it to me without a word. Well, that’s Ashi’s first steps into contemporary art. I imagine we still have time.
Friday, 11 January 2013 @15:12
"La forme d’une ville change plus vite, hélas, que le coeur des humains"
J'écoute, ma ville, ton coeur qui bat.
Friday, 4 January 2013 @11:40
The magic formula for my year: to be able to reset my expectations.
Because yes, even a sentence wrote in an e-mail by a friend (a beloved friend who now lives over the ocean, and writes me, about our lives complicated by recession and lost hopes); even a sentence in a letter can become a motto, a slogan, a new direction for the future. It’s not a matter of renouncing. It’s not failure. It’s about resetting yourself, your goals, your directions. Like a computer. What a difficult task. But yet. You need wisdom and courage and lightness. Let’s.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.