Art o’clock. Classic and modern art. Not a visit possible in Paris without many croissants and at least a museum. What have I learned about art and time is not a lot, but here it is – c’est ici – Traveling, books, never stop learning, speaking French, making time visiting museums, are all investments in myself – that help me see the bigger picture.Continue reading “From Paris with Art”
‘Nostalgia for what never was, eternal sunset of what we are’, and the beauty of this world. Memorable sunset at the Atlantic Ocean in Portugal, powered by the Sun and the words of Lisbon’s poet Fernando Pessoa.Continue reading “Before the Sunset in Estoril”
Voilà. I went last time to Strasbourg in a warm weekend in February that made me think Spring is on its way. I remember walking on a street called Rue de Printemps (Spring) near the European Parliament. There is something romantic walking in any French city, but especially one with the name of a season.Continue reading “Bonsoir Printemps, Strasbourg”
Art inspired from Romanian mythology and traditions and carved in wood, sandstone and later bronze or marble. From Târgu-Jiu and Bucharest to Paris, via Munich until New York. Every year, on the 19th of February, a tribute is paid to honor the memory of genius artist Constantin Brâncuși, pioneer of modern sculpture. But the Brâncuși Week starts today.Continue reading “Brâncuși Week & The Endless Column”
One thing I do really well is exaggerate. The previous weekend diary included many galleries, museums, a lot of coffee stops and masks thanks to a duo: 9th edition of Berlin Art Week and Galleries Weekend. This if we don’t count also the 11th Berlin Biennale for contemporary art, and all lighted up together by the Festival of Lights. I like Septembers.Continue reading “Art Walk Berlin”
I feel that I already mix up in my head cities seen in recent months, Strasbourg, Colmar, Baden Baden, Luzern, Zürich, and now Basel and Freiburg, so I must stop a minute to reflect and write some thoughts about each.Continue reading “Art Basel”
My though exactly while crossing the River Duoro on Dom Luis I bridge in Porto, as well as in Lisbon and Sintra.
Is advised to always look ahead, literally and in life. When you are on this particular bridge, look also down. The view might surprise you. Continue reading “There is something about Portugal”