The Drifter - Japanese Moleskine, 1st carnet

[caption id="attachment_850" align="aligncenter" width="915" caption="The Drifter - Carnet on Japanese Moleskine"][/caption] This Carnet on Japanese Moleskine is dedited to "The Drifter", a Taylor Steele Movie with Rob Machado as starring and drifting... Well, there's plenty of words with which I could try to describe how I knew this movie, why and how much I care 'bout, why I've made a Carnet focused on it and from it inspired, etc... But... I don't think it really matters, as I don't wont to bug anyone with my elucubration (dreaming-up). My way of painting, as carnets as other media, is just a way of expression, a need of mine materializing in colors, drawings and notes. Thus this carnet is just a reaction springing out from the so full of beauty Taylor and Rob drifting around Bali and Indo. Sometimes, chatting with my beloved, we state that this is a real carnet de voyage, a travel truly lived, natural and humans sights truly seen and recorded, with the eyes of the surf [er]. What I really felt soooo fine, so cool, is a sensation of deep immersion into the drifting of the mind and the feelings springing out from a travel which, I think, is the incarnation of a travel made inside ourself, feelings different in forms but that I perfectly re-found in what I lived in 2005 in China, drifting completely alone...

[caption id="attachment_851" align="aligncenter" width="337" caption="Tiantan Gongyuan - promenade to the filend where I trained in Taiji"][/caption] In this carnet I met again versus the very hard attempt in describing by painting a sum of sensation which touch sound and smell..., like in Tiantan Gongyuan (Beijing) the sound of the deep magik silcence of the sun rising-up from the East gate, and the hot sound of the shout by far-away people concealed in the deep of the sacred wood practicing Qigong exercises...

[caption id="attachment_852" align="aligncenter" width="511" caption="The Drifter - attempt in painting the sound of whave"][/caption] as here in The Drifter the sound of the bells in the beginning, and of the powerfull wiping-out of waves... As in Sipping Jetstreams someone told, I’m only trying to read the whole book...