Tag: art

Two peppers and a tomato for a tattoo (May 2023)

Julia, the elderly woman from the last post told me a lot about her life and it was always exciting. At some point she started to connect me with her daughter Gogo because she had the opinion that Gogo should accompany me on my travels. Sometimes the strength of her opinions was pretty funny.

But when she told me that Gogo was a tattoo artist, I thought that it could be fun to meet her and maybe listen to some episodes of Julia’s and Gogo’s life from Gogo’s perspective. As I had imagined, their perspectives turned out to be very different. Sometimes these differences were funny, sometimes tragic.

Gogo and I had great conversations and together we visited friends of her and talked about different directions for her future life. She had a whole lot of ideas.

And one day she tattooed me an Enzo on my arm. Something I had been thinking about from time to time. The payment was extraordinary: two peppers and one tomato.

What does really matter, a steel Rosinante, her friends and art (August 2022)

I continued my journey and went to the museum “house of humour and satire” in Gabrovo. I had seen some of the illustrations they had there at the big “stone man monument” you saw in one of the last posts. I had liked these illustrations and so I went to the museum.

Arriving at the museum, the first pieces of art I saw were the metal Rosinante and her friends. I had a good laugh at that. I love these coincidences/ foreordinations or whatever you would like to call them.

The museum is awesome and I strongly recommend visiting it. There were a lot of interesting, inspiring, beautiful, and a little disturbing pieces and I loved how they were stimulating my mind and soul: entertaining and opening new perspectives.

At the picnic area, the UFO and at that time in the museum and after, I once again started to think about what realy matters. I mean in the way of: what do I want to contribute to this world? Do I want to contribute something in an focused like the ordinary work is? Would I like to produce another product for the markets? Something that promises happiness, sustainability, liberation like all the stuff you can buy, rent or book? Another coaching service? Another “do this and you feel better”-whatever?

I concluded that I don’t want to produce just another product. Not something that I have to make myself believe in. From my perspective at that time, producing food resources and art (including literature, music, etc.) and helping each other in life are the things that mattered. Food keeps human bodies alive, art is a form of help and both keep human souls alive.