LIMOUSINE FOR FREEEADING 16
FLOOR FENCE
FOTO FUN FILM FAN
After a few hours of driving in the dark, I drove out to the cypress parking lot, as tired as I should be, and dropped dead. When I woke up, Tuscany in the sun was just starting to enchant me like crazy. Probably like no other region I have traveled through so far.
GIRLHEY
Florence turned out to be the first oasis in this MANy/dimensional desert metaphor. Relatively quickly, I found an attractive, free place to park among the campers, next to a music club by the river. One driver was typing something, two French guys were chilling, one Italian guy was constantly drinking cheap wine, persuading the rest, He claimed that he was keeping an eye on all the campers, which seemed true until he fell asleep;) It was a 5-minute bike ride to the center, among blooming, stunning scent of linden trees. Fairy tale.
You don’t have to be particularly original to enjoy things you do for the first time that provide grateful relief or satisfaction, or both. When I got on the bike and pedaled a few times, assimilated the Florentine floral scents, the aura of the Renaissance, etc., I started whistling at / my own accord/S. Everything I could think of. Favorite melodies, invented melodies, combined, improvised, mixed genres, just what was playing in my soul, the amplitude of changes changes. No embarrassment, just freedom and playfulness blessed and balanced the level of insolence and loudness. Which, BTW, was a separate WINd-up. But completely cleanly, without anything and without any comments or prejudices. Seriously. First time. Well, maybe once, as a child, but I don’t remember. Pure joy, undisturbed, unencumbered, uncontrived. THE FUN.
For the first time, it seems, I wasn’t bothered by tourists at all, anyway, I didn’t feel overloaded like in Amsterdam, Cracow or Paris. Somehow, that comprehensive, RenaISSAnce – RE like way worked maybe. Maybe. For the first time, I felt the balance between the relentless terror of the tourists and the discreet contentment of the natives. It’s not like anybody’s bothered by anything. And not just justified by spending money or fighting for publicity against the competition. It was so nice. Visiting workshops, talking and unpretentious discussions with sellers and artists. No intrusive taunts on the street. Simple pride and simple job satisfaction. Fairy tale. No pressure, oppression, depression or decompression to buy something, prove it or refute it. Lots of curious, beautiful women around, which is no longer a given to go in pairs. The images are not duplicated, they are.not boring. Naive people are everywhere, but they don’t get lost everywhere at once. Just like right there. I felt like I was absorbing the format/structure and sometimes releasing the content of my favorite City. The City.
Nights are not alike if you take them apart, if you look at them both holistically and in detail. If you are able to appreciate its various elements emanating to varying degrees in different cities, of course, and their ensemble playing harmoniously. Who likes what. Barcelona is multi-cultural/colourful, riotous, a bit chaotic and a bit aggressive, for example. Prague is lazy, without a bit of madness and improvisation. Rome couldn’t be more ultra-touristic, in this boredom, etc., and Florence is balanced and charming. It must be emphasized that it IS not a large metropolis, but who really needs it? I had the impression that its individual elements, visible especially at night, do not duplicate each other. As if everyone fits into something or someone. It’s almost like an honor, or maybe IT’S ALREADY.
I ran out of internet in Poland a week earlier and while in Florence I looked for another one. One Indian directed me to a salon nearby where I met a pretty dark blonde named Angela, as it turned out. We immediately agreed that Lycamobile is the worst and she suggested another one. When I gave her my passport, she looked at my rings and asked that I must be an artist. I talked for a while about my film Human Energy and Angela said that there is a certain type of person who takes on a certain responsibility and pays certain prize for it / with hardships in life. I couldn’t agree more. My heart immediately felt warm. However, it is not so common and obvious to meet supposedly strangers with similar understanding along the way. More such angelic women and the world will be more beautiful.
A good mapping on the outside usually lasts a short time, but if long enough inside / in the illusion of eternity and in addition in the comfort of oblivion / habituation can ‘creatively’ hypnotize ‘beside’ and completely transform into some other dimension. If still the architecture favors specially detailed or poetically contrasting is an unmeasurable fairy tale. Key-matched sounds from abstraction and you can peacefully fly, jump on rooftops or antigravity orbit. “BESIDE’. The gates open and the sweetness of thought pours itself out. Beautiful women immersed in discussion paint themselves as the lost and awakened angelological pieces of this divine puzzle. Living Not Dying. Like a Beautiful Garden.
I’m interested in rings and their craftsmanship for many reasons. There is no point in pretending that you see first on your parents’ hands, and then Tolkien, subcultures and women. Men’s are not so obvious again. In order to wear it, you must have some determinant, some suffering should be familiar to you, so that you don’t pose like cotton candy for a skyscraper and get lost with this ‘iron’ on your fingers. IMHO. For some time I was even trying to find a table and apprentice. In any case, it is not that simple. That is why, among other things, I like conversations with goldsmiths, jewelers, and artists of this craft in general. I was so happy that in Florence, as in no other city I know, I had so many interesting and informative conversations about it. Mainly with Italians, and an extremely interesting one with one Polish woman and the other with an Indonesian, a distributor from many countries of her region, so to speak. With a contrasting pair of Italians quoting a nearby Latin, we talked about the nobility of stones and the percentage of this nobility in almost each of them Who I talked to, I bought something and I never once felt manipulated by the price. Fairy tale.
I like the garden metaphor for various reasons. Building a garden. Disposing of it. It doesn’t really matter what you apply its form / structure, senses and developmental vectors to. I remember, at the beginning of 2024, I did this on twitter, using to build: a sequence of information, threads, aesthetic images, photos and memes, in four directions: top-down and bottom-up on two channels: publishing and the so-called heart clique. In fact, any material is good to impress a beautiful woman and invite/introduce HER into your world, ISN’T IT, DEAR
Now imagine that you are building your city this way. Gates, sidewalks, paintings, projections. You invite people, build the potential for conversation, learning and fun. Etc etc etc. Religions are slowly losing to humanity, a certain tolerance of greed and generally errors on many levels. Unfortunately, it turns out that everything has its limits and little RENAISSANCE potential. At the same time, they also lose importance when compared to Eschatology. You won’t forbid anyone who finds it unreadable, for human reasons. Nevertheless. You have to pay your respects for these ‘out of nowhere’ gifts. The covenant with survivors should be kinda special / different, BTW. So…
MEM(ENT)O MORI
Man has a record of the potential for error and the fight against REALITY is one of the highest in terms of difficulty and sacrifice. Children shouldn’t do this. Simple.
6.10.2024 T.B.C.
