I met Krassimir Savov (Bulgaria) at his exhibition of icons and paintings in a downtown gallery. We had a brief but nice conversation. I told him about my painting classes at the Art Academy and he shared about the Open Doors he and his life partner, the Moldovan painter Cezara Kolesnik, organise at their atelier … Continue reading
Even though it has been now more than a month since the Brussels launch of my Pelican Feather novel, it would be unnatural not to share my own and most private event here. So I will try to recollect my experiences connected to it. It took a while to find the venue. Also because I didn’t … Continue reading
Sometimes in a museum. Often in a museum for all of us help-less art lovers…Home can be found surprisingly. When it is not expected nor looked for nor even sensed. And then a miracle happens. Magic happens. Home…happens. I went to The Museum of Ixelles to see a collective exhibition. I have forgotten its title. … Continue reading
Brussels is a city where thousands of people come on a business trip, spend a day or two in the glassy institutional European quarter and then stigmatise it as being boring and unattractive. But Brussels is essentially different from this widely-shared perception. It has its well hidden, private, enchanting side. And a part of it … Continue reading
On Tuesday morning, following the terrorist attacks in Paris, I arrived to an empty Charleroi. Five-six persons on the bus to Brussels. Surreal. As I walked to the metro, I felt too aware of my surroundings, catching myself giving short suspicious looks to the people around, especially if they were holding rucksacks or bigger bags. … Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I saw three shorts by Chantal Akerman: Saute ma ville (1968), La Chambre (1972) and Le 15–8 (1973). This was my first meeting with her work. The black and white Saute ma ville, Akerman’s first film, showed a young woman who was moving back and forth in her kitchen in … Continue reading
I have been ignoring my blog for months, devoting the little writing time I have got to my new novel. But I cannot resist writing about my passa porta experience. I bought the parcours badge and was faced with making some difficult choices. As the weather has not been at all in favour of literature … Continue reading
I noticed her in passing, sitting behind the window of a furniture shop. A big tiger cat with clever eyes, observing the world immersed in its Saturday night business. Fat cats sleeping behind the windows of all sorts of shops is something usual for Brussels but not in the night, not all alone. I stopped … Continue reading
On a Friday evening I was laying on my sofa, totally exhausted from a very hectic week and with a beginning of a cold, dreaming of an early night. Instead I had committed to go to Aspria Halloween party at Jeux d’Hiver. Commitments are commitments… There was a short waiting line and only a couple of people … Continue reading
On a Saturday night we meet at the Lebanese resto AL JANNAH in Rue Blaes 59 for a chitchat and some delicious food. We move to La Samaritaine for Lola Bonfanti’s concert with the evocative title Avant la nuit dans la ville. She has got the voice, the enchanting stage presence and the songs. The … Continue reading
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