Water‑Moon Guanyin. Wan Bing county, Hebei province, China. 15th century.
Suddenly, projects, art, profession and life become a puzzle that only you can put together, the pieces are there, there are many pieces, it seems that they are all revolts in one package and the most important and difficult thing at the same time, is to separate them to be able regroup them again. The universe is perfectly tidy and our only job is to go doing what reciprocate, step by step, without running out of time, without imposing our rhythm, because at the end of the day, the universal rhythm is much more powerful than our own personal rhythm. Just a few days before, I was wildly preparing a route to a new place, with new people and a project, which was the central illusion of that moment. I finally made it! I had in my head twenty files of old feelings, a leap into the void of new misunderstandings, the decision of a new route, and a new commitment, in addition, brought with me, a black suitcase with the necessities to survive a week, a black suit and a Black tuxedo. But above this universe of things alien to others, the feelings were shed, uncovering my dusty pores without having lost permission. I found a place as I had wanted it to be, a group of people as I had imagined them to be, and an event as I had it built in my thoughts. I couldn't have felt better received and taken care, than I felt, I received the most beautiful compliments that anyone would dream about. Responsibility and work were above all else and in the end, it was worth so much, that I still have the symphony of "Peter And The Wolf", with more than seventy musicians resonating in my head ... Of the rest, the rhythm will be ordered of the universe, because mine, my rhythm, does not have to compete with the Greatest. Among all the wonderful things that happened in my life during this week, there is this beautiful museum, not as big as those in New York, but, in its distribution, something that makes it very special, in addition to, of course, its magnificent Collection of art and objects, it's the ambiance of the entire building . For more than three hours I traveled for many worlds, delighted my spirit and my soul was filled with unforgettable colors and stories and I could be myself, in multiple cultures, without years, without times and without borders. The night before, Jed had taken me to a part of the city, on a hill, from where you can see the beautiful "Skyline" of Baltimore. Between the cold of the beautiful night and the green grass that covered the park on that hill, I remembered Whitman, enthused by the beautiful mirror of great buildings, I wanted to take a picture, at the same moment I corrected myself and said to myself, there are moments that should only be portrayed with your soul "and I kept the phone away in my pockets. However, the museum was different, that trip, I wanted to share it with all of you. And here are the photos. BALTIMORE MUSEUM OF ART MARCH 2017