I’ve just got an assignment to provide furniture and design for a two rooms apartment in Lugano, belonging to a young couple. My work in progress is almost finished, I used the bold colors and simple lines trick, and of course high quality furniture pieces. They are thrilled to step in and I’m so pleased to see it done.
Meret Oppenheim works and Man Ray famous portraits of her are here at Lugano Lac and I took a quick visit. Fruits of a particular mind conected between them by deep feelings and creativity, that’s what I perceived of her. A lady that landed in Paris at its art peak time and managed to leave her mark in a field ruled by men’s artistic hands.
We left the beach shores and headed to Valladolid, a pittoresque small town one hour drive from Tulum.
We arrive at central square, surrounded by colonial buildings and feels like landing directly into genuine Mexican life, with colored dressed people and a Mexican food smell that pulls us quickly in the closest hacienda style restaurant.
Every time I come back to write here is like turning to a quiet lover that waits indefinitely to a busy me that once had promised to write here often (the first and most important request for whoever attempts on blogging). But then life happened in so many ways and that “often” became a broken promise. My Indian Balinese guru had told me: “You have the wind as your element. You go everywhere fast and travel a lot with your mind and body. You’ll struggle for stability and regularity always but being windy is also so beautiful.”
An Indian guru once told me “You are planning too much your life. Let it flow.” I told her that otherwise I wouldn’t have met her. “We would have met anyway.” she replied.
From all that long conversation I had with her, it was the only thing I couldn’t agree. For me it was essential to dream at something and than to plan for it. I’ve always had agendas and notebooks and I even had my pleasant morning coffee moment with looking ahead.