A STAR IS BORN



I was disappointed by most of the films I attended over the last few years. Is this another example of time passing very quickly and not being in touch with today’s popular culture? Last weekend I decided to take another chance and decided to go see A star is Born…  

Within the first few minutes not only was I not disappointed, but I was transported to another world, forgetting where I was and totally immersed in it… It is a great movie, fantastically acted by Lady Gaga and wonderfully directed and acted by Bradley Cooper.

Both bring so much honesty, depth and truth in the characters they portray that they made me forget time and where I was.

During the movie, I felt tears running down my cheeks many times. Sometimes tears of sadness and pain and sometimes tears of joy and happiness for the characters’ total immersion in life. By telling their stories, they were able to bring to the surface my understanding of who I believe I am. Elements within me forgotten for years or even decades. I was not watching them- I was with them- I became one of them. Laughing and suffering with them.

I left the theater with a new hope for an art form that was a great passion of my life for many years: films. Yes, movies when they are real piece of art or showing real humanity can bring us discoveries and some truth about life, and new ways of thinking and even being.                           

I walked home along the same old dirty streets as I always do but this time, they were looking different, people were suddenly more interesting, and many aspects of the surroundings were now visible to me for the first time. I was walking with a mind full of Passion and Renewed Desire to go deeper in my thoughts about the passing life, the purpose of existence, day-to-day experiences and the essential nature of being alive.

One line in the movie was haunting me:” IF YOU DO NOT GO DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL, YOU WILL LOSE YOU LEGS” … This line whispered by Bradley Cooper to Lady Gaga about interpretation and being an artist was resonating very strongly in my head. 

It was a powerful reminder of what had often been a guiding force of my youth and later most of my artistic enterprises. This line is the equivalent of that line I incessantly repeated to myself, to actors, singers, friends, and even strangers…This notion was, at the time, a rule of life and the rule of managing ourselves. It was a way to handle relationships, and even the most basic of rules for behavior in a wide array of situations and opportunities presented by life.

And now, after all these years, it was coming back to me so strongly and I recalled what I believed to be true throughout most of my life: REACHING THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL IS THE BEGINNING OF TRUE ART AND EVEN TRUE LIFE. 

BUT SOUL??? SOUL???? We can ask, what does the word really mean?

How can we define SOUL? Is soul the conglomeration of what we were given at birth, by genetics, by education? Is it a given from the beginning?

 YES, ALL OF THIS! BUT IT ALSO contains our great happy moments and the big traumas and sometimes tragedies, the different experiences, the learning adventures, the successes and the failures, the encounters, the accumulated knowledge from every day moment of discoveries… The books we’ve read, music we’ve heard and sometimes, EVEN FILMS. 

All of these build our souls… 

But we must keep our souls perpetually present and at the surface or at least ready to be brought to the surface. We must use it often and not bury it in the dark depths, comfortable sense of security created by living without feeling. 

We all have a soul. Some souls are more intense, or more experienced, or have more wounds or joys built by life, but each of us has a soul and we have to dig into it and learn from it and bring it to the surface when demanded by moments of significant challenges or pain, and also in the big moments of trust and love.

Yes, of course, if we are not careful or really in command of ourselves, bringing our soul to the surface could be dangerous, could be threatening, could be at the edge of catastrophe. This is especially true in a world laden with selfishness, with intense competition, with people waiting for any small misstep to take advantage of us and even sometimes use it to destroy our lives.

BUT IT IS THE WAY TO BE IN CONTROL OF OUR DESTINY, TO BE ALIVE, TO BE AN ARTIST, AND ALSO TO FIND SOME PEACE IN OURSELVES ...

I left the theater almost as a new man, or at least a renewed man, full of strength and full of the reborn desire to tell everyone around me what I think to be true… and to share with others what I believe, what I know and what I dream about… Yes, I still dream…It is and always must be part of my soul.

Do not be confused, dreams are only the reality we hide…the reality of the surreal… Too often in life we seat in the waiting room of achievement. We rarely are totally satisfied, wondering and wandering. Or more precisely, we go through a perpetual attack of self-attempt to define ourselves, always trying to pursue the road to finally become a fully-realized entity…                                                                                                                                                                    

GO TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL AND SAVE YOUR LEGS, and you will transport yourself to another dimension, you will be assaulted by the discovery of yourself through your revealed soul and your revealed SELF. 

We will suddenly wake up from an eternity of self-indulgence, when we believed that the world owed us something… After too much time spent in non-action, in limbo of the antechamber of revelations, after years of neglect, of waiting for Godot…Let’s get comfortable GOING TO THE BOTTOM OF OUR SOUL and our world will change.

Yes, some of us have our souls always omnipresent, but this is a GIFT FROM GOD. These people represent a very small minority; Most of us do not have this luck or destiny, so we must continuously build ourselves by the intense, incessant search for our soul.

Unfortunately, to have one’s soul omnipresent and at the surface is not always well received by others, and the vulnerability that it creates can be difficult and challenging… Sometimes it can be a big handicap for functioning in our society and is perceived as a threat.

Some of us are perceived as difficult people, or egocentric, or strange, or non-conformists, and sometimes are not accepted by the majority.

                                                                                                           What to think? What to do? Where is the truth? I know every generation has problems, I know that every generation is asking for something different while the preceding generation wants to protect its norms.

When I was 8 or 9, I dreamt of becoming a famous actor as an escape from the nightmarish world in which I lived…. I collected in a book, looking at it every day, pictures of my favorite American actors. Closing my eyes, I was transported in the Wild West with John Wayne or I was on ‘On the Water front”. with Marlon Brando. 

Or I dreamt of being a character in a Russian novel, a character of Gogol or a character of Pushkin.

How did these men become so famous? Why were they so often idolized? Were their souls always present in their performances? I think they were, we can deny them as people or negate them as artists, but their souls were always present, and they achieved a total unity.

In any case, I am thinking of my friends or the people I believe are my friends, and even the young people who want to be REAL PEOPLE and the ones who want to be artists, performers, and singers.. 

To you I say: GO TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL and develop a cult for work, a cult for perfection or at least an attempt at perfection.

Dismiss the world of immediate retribution which has engulfed us, build your soul with who you are and not with what you believe you deserve to be.

Accumulate experiences, memories, and knowledge and bring them to the BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL.

AND NOW WHAT?????............

It is 4 30 am, it is still dark out and raining… I feel strange today…not depressed, not anguished, not sad, just strange… Lost? Do I feel lost?                                        

I have been thinking for a few weeks: What is going to be my life for the last chapter, for the last few years? What is going to be my next step, oh really? a next step? 

OR should I finally enter the age of renouncement? Should I decide that it will be no next chapter or next step!!! I spend all my life creating new chapters, new adventures, new…And I am so used to it, can I really renounce and consider that it is not a next step but just a last chapter.                                                                      

I must be realistic and practical, the world has changed tremendously, I have the feeling that most people around me think differently, act differently, are basically different of what I have known the past decades.                                                                                                                                 

I am told almost every day that I do not act the ways of today, I do not even express myself with the right words for THIS SOCIETY, I do not have the same way of looking at things…SO obviously I do not belong to this time...                                                                                                           

God, I wish I could believe in a supreme force, in an afterlife life, or believe in hell…  I know, I know what you are thinking BUT NO, NO, I am not a manic depressive, I am just having some thoughts and I am just asking questions about the new rules and the legitimacy of a society who changes every day...                                

I am like a cow ruminating…I wonder if everybody has these moments, do some of the people I know think about all this???   What do people really want? What is the real purpose of life for today criteria of living?                                                                                                               

From the window in my room, I can see a man walking in the dark, in the rain…who is he?  What does he really look like? Why does he walk in the dark, so early morning, in the rain…? He walks very slowly, he probably has nowhere to go or maybe he wants to kill time and forget his existence…He stops suddenly…and is looking at something, he bends and picks up an object…What is it? I cannot distinguish…  But suddenly he bursts of laughter and I can see his face… I can see that he is laughing, and laughing…Maybe he found the secret of life and how to behave…in a box…                                                                                                      

 I hope I can meet him and ask him to share this secret with me and make me aware of new ways to contemplate existence. He is walking again and disappear behind a building…No! here he is again, but he looks different, maybe it is somebody else? Or himself but different after his discovery and his laughing? He is now in front of a parking, 8 floors down…Maybe I should go downstairs and ask him who he is… Maybe I should take a walk in the street and make a new friend….

NO FORGET IT!!!

It seems that it is yesterday that I was walking in the streets of Tunis, Paris, Dakar, Moscow or Tananarive…  The past two months I have been walking a lot, AND yesterday I was walking again in the streets of New York, but I realized that do not like anymore to walk in the streets of a city…  I loved that so much! It was my way of being!  Each step was a discovery, every corner a surprise, and a multitude of interesting encounters!                                                                           

Did the world change or did I change? Am I still capable to see the world and what it has to offer? Or is it a question of getting older and to belong to another generation?

In my present state of mind there is very little to look at, very little to discover, and it seems that I can only see the surrounding question about life, about behavior, about thoughts. 

Is it really a question of belonging to another generation?                                           

The world has changed and continues to change at an incredible speed… 

So many cities live in fear!                                                                                             FEAR seems to be the normal state of mind of the majority.Fear of others, Fear of any kind of action and its consequences, Fear of thinking, fear of having an opinion, Fear of human relation, Fear of the unknown, Fear of the next dramatic event, Fear of being scared! 

What happened to our dreams of Happiness for an equal society full of life and aspirations? We were supposed to reach the NIRVANA, this unflappable state of mind when the fires of desire, aversion, and delusion have been extinguished.      

What happened to the spirit of the past decades when we decided to rebuild the world for a total harmony, and total understanding of others? We were working hand in hand with the older generation, using their knowledge and them using our vitality. My teachers, in university and in theater, were so close to us, we were friends, companions and dreamers together. We made plans to bring to society: balance, equality and happiness. No conflict of generation was involved in this collaboration.

But the sky has changed sky... It is not Shattered anymore, it has exploded…          

Can we look at a possible truth? Truth? Truth of what? Of the creation of imagination? Of the unfinished fantasies?                                                                            

What about search for wisdom? But does wisdom leave an after taste of bitterness on the truth? Does the older generation become bitter with time? Bitterness of having wisdom trying to rule and no room anymore for invention? Is that the reason why so many people like snow, snow covers the bitterness of the truth?  All this white snow creates a false impression of purity, a false impression of quietness, of unexpected silence like a piece of white velvet on the wounds of life.                                                                                                         

When youth is gone, what is left are the inconsistent memories: memory of the lost senses, and the stupefaction to see that we are now built by life and by routine. Youth can disappear in the fog of life, in the path of what we call existence and we discover with horror that we are now another one recreated by the look of others.                                                                                                              

Can we call back our youth and try to reinvent it and show tenderness to it?  

Can we again try to remodel the world? 

Can we have both: The accumulated knowledge and the desire to go on?                                                                                

Is the conflict of generations becoming a creator of chaos? We live in a bizarre, and dangerous world where it seems that the abyss between ways of thinking is much deeper everyday and becoming an irreversible tragedy… more that it has been in past centuries… It seems that people are living side by side and not in the same world, living in parallel worlds with opposed rules and opposed expectations ignoring the needs of each other.

Like most people, sometimes we deny possible death about people we love and care for… And we continue to live the same way, until it is too late. Most of us do not know how to show some people the importance they have in our life, our being, our existence and when we finally realize it, it is too late.                                                                                                                                                                            We must confront and endure the departure of someone and we never found the time to tell them: Thank you for being you, thank you for your love, thank you for your friendship, thank you for sharing your knowledge.

WE HAVE TO TRY TO STAY STRONG AND HAVE THE COURAGE TO GO TO THE NEXT STEP OF LIFE, THE NEXT CHAPTER OF ADVENTURE, THE NEXT POSSIBLE MOMENTS OF PERSONAL ACHIEVEMENTS…

We must remember:    

 It takes strength to be firm and it takes courage to be gentle 

It takes strength to conquer and it takes courage to surrender 

It takes strength to be certain and it takes courage to have doubt

It takes strength to fit in and it takes courage to be stand out

It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain and it takes courage to feel your own pain

It takes strength to endure abuse and it takes courage to stop it

It takes strength to stand alone  and it takes courage to lean on another

It takes strength to love and it takes courage to be loved

It takes strength to survive and it takes courage to live

NEVER

  NEVER

   NEVER
     GIVE UP

    

TEARS

I just came back from Detroit for David DiChiera’ funeral service… 

It was emotional and beautiful, full of tears, memories of great times and great moments of creativity. But also, for many of us memories of pain, anguish about time passing and life sometimes escaping us.

Most of the time, because of David,   there were feelings of joy that sometimes we had achieved a full life, met great people and created great friendship.

Yes, David is leaving us, I wanted to scream in the theater:                      ” No please David do not go!  You are not going, you will never go away in our hearts and our minds: you will be a perpetual and strong presence in whatever is left in our life, an example of how to be.”

You were, and you are, the reason why we became the artists we believe we can sometimes be.

 You were the one who believed in us and gave us chances and opportunities. You were the one who was always present in our life and you will be forever part of us…

David you were the father and the brother I lost at a young age and often alone in the world of so many different foreign countries where I had to build a new life without the possibility of replacing them …

BUT THEN I met you in 1982… It was like a thunder in my life, you believed in me and gave me the chances that nobody did before in my lonely, adventurous and turbulent life.

I was already 38 and trying to make a life and a career in the world of opera,which was for me a total new world..AGAIN…

                                                                                                             You took the risk to trust me with a great opportunity and continued to believe in me for 35 years regularly giving me new challenges in your opera company…                                                                    

Of course, our CYRANO will be part of our common history forever… You as the composer and I as the librettist working closely together to achieve what I believe is a musical masterpiece that the future generations will recognize.

But as I told you many times, it is difficult to be part of the trend when we are not part of the trend.                           

But time will be in your favor and will honor your work.

When I was in the theater this weekend honoring you, your picture was projected on a screen, and I could not stop crying looking at you…

Your gentleness, your comprehension of human dilemmas, your serenity about life. Your constant love for all of us were present…

And how, could I not think about our dear Mark Flint, our friend of so many years who left us in 2012, his intense participation in Cyrano….                                                                

YES MARK AND DAVID ARE GONE, MY TWO BROTHERS ARE GONE AGAIN… Are life and its pains a perpetual resumption?

David we will miss you forever, not that is not enough, to follow your message and be worthy of your heritage we will continue to function, and we will be present to honor you and your memory.

On my way to Detroit, in the plane, I chose to watch a movie called DISOBEDIENCE,

Fate? Coincidence? This movie brought back to me so many memories of my childhood….   It is set in a Jewish surrounding in London and deals with choices in life…

Memories of my young life with a brother and a father who disappeared very soon from my world, memories of a Jewish tradition that I never had the opportunity to practice after the age of 16, memories of what could have been a life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was ready to acknowledge David Dichiera input in my life… And watching this movie, so many memories were aggressing me in the plane, all my childhood, all my attempt to be, to try to become somebody later, with never any help but actually most of the time having to deal with the contempt of people for the strange one around them… I was always the stranger, the different one, the question mark.

NO WONDER I DECIDED TO BECOME AN ARTIST or at least to tempt to be an artist, at least I had an excuse or a reason to be different.

 And unfortunately, this followed me all my life…I was always everywhere the stranger, the different one, and I have to say more in this country than in France coming from Tunisia, even if this country is my country now and I am proud to be part of it, a country I love and that gave me all possible chances.

Wherever I am, I went, or I was, … people make me feel different…I have an accent everywhere, most of the time people do not know where to place me…. More than 55 years of being seen as different  is exhausting.

Do people understand that there are other ways of thinking? Other ways of being? Other ways of anything?

I arrived in Detroit full of all these memories and all these pains inside me.

 I walked to the theater and sat by myself on the third row, I was probably the third person to arrive there, in front of me was David’s picture looking at us and then for me the entire theater went to dark, it was only David looking at me… David was invading my thoughts, my heart and my memories…

His gentleness, his comprehension of human behavior, his incredible humanity went thru me again and made me feel more peaceful while tears were running on my cheeks.                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

During the time in the theater honoring you David, everybody was in TEARS thinking of you and I was myself overwhelmed by the showing of so many people coming to me and expressing feelings towards me, knowing my relationship with you and the recent events in my life…

So many testimonies and proofs of affection from Men and Women who were totally comforting in ANOTHER DIFFICULT TIME IN MY LIFE…

But David do not worry about me, this difficult time, while destroying my reputation, is not destroying my strength, unfortunately or fortunately I have seen much worse in my life..And real facts or absence of real facts will one day emerge….and the people responsible for that, will……

On my way back from Detroit, I was watching the second half of the movie DISOBEDIENCE.

I was still overwhelmed by sorrow to have lost my dear friend, and also overwhelmed by proofs of friendship to me by so many people, and testimonies of real worries about me and my next step in life, yes next step, life is never finished. 
Even if between us, I do not think about the next step of my life, I am more concerned about the worries of people around me and so dear to me.                                                                                                                               

The second half of DISOBEDIENCE was in the David Dichiara way of being, of thinking, of feeling…,                                        

 It was all about compassion , forgiveness, love, AND FREEDOM TO CHOOSE…

Yes, can we be strong enough to forgive? Strong enough to have compassion? Strong enough to try to love? Even for the people who have been so trying to judge us, to negate us, to destroy us?

Tears are part of life and often are the way to deal with painful realities, but tears should not prevent us to go ahead, we every day have new responsibilities and we must go for it…Tears and feelings should be the background of our soul but not the engine of our actions. Tears can be sometimes the revelation of a next step, the beginning of new thoughts and new decisions.

Since 1982 I do not remember one person talking negatively about David, did he succeed in this way of being?

                                                                                                        Life is a constant attempt to acquire knowledge, knowledge of the passed thru history, and knowledge of the present thru experience….                                                                                      These days are very difficult because we must acquire new ways very fast and too many times to apply it even if it is not digested totally and it creates mistakes…

This past weekend has been another opportunity to learn, to feel. to go back to the past, to have more thoughts about experiences, and to try, even if it is difficult, to new ways of being alive.

But David and his way of being, his understanding of the world and human relations, his artistic genius, will always be a model.

David, you have been an example, David we will always love you.

                                                                                                                                                                

EXCESS? … CREATIVITY?

Excess or creativity?

Are artists or people who are creating new styles, new ways of thinking, and new ideas always excessive people?                                                                    

 I recently watched the movie about the designer McQueen which dealt with his creativity and his life, His life was certainly fascinating and his approach to life was a daily adventure and very excessive ….                     

YET, Excessive according to what? To the average way of living? Excessive according to the standards of the period?                                                            

Are creators, inventors, innovators, artists, great performers who really have the power to touch us, excessive in their lives and in their ways of creativity? 

Is their excessive personality a function of genetics? A function of upbringing? A result of education?

Is there a way to find a balance between the great moments of creativity which can be excessive and the reality of each single moment of life?

 A few years ago, I wrote at the beginning of this blog my first encounter with acting in the class of Tania Balachova… I went with a friend to a small theater in Paris called " theatre de l' épée de bois":

Here is what I wrote:

“Already the name of the theater made me grin, so full of lies, Theater of the wooden sword, come on! A wooden sword? Why not a wooden life, a wooden emotion, a wooden anger, a wooden anything.

I arrive and sit in the back seats of the small theater .............................................................................

Madame Balachova is walking up and down the aisle giving indication to a young girl who was trying to be Ophelia in Shakespeare Hamlet

The girl could not really follow the indications of Tania, but Tania was insisting, pushing her verbally, calling her names, asking her to be the little girl of her childhood, to think about her mother, to REALLY go back to the time where she was alone and desperate, Making her repeat the same line again and again, whispering to her what the words meant, prompting her with other words , the words which are not said in a text but are thought, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN...Going into her head and body , asking questions about her life , about her past , about her dreams .

The girl suddenly burst into tears and delivered the lines with so much truth, so much emotion, so much tenderness and passion.  

She was suddenly herself and not a caricature of herself, she looked suddenly like another person, like she had been invaded by herself.                                                       I felt tears running on my cheeks... I had not cried in months, in hundreds of years, in my entire life, I was feeling what I had never felt ... And it lasted 15 minutes, 20 minutes, an eternity.

Tania told the girl enough for today...

- Who is next?

Some students raised their hands, she turned to me:

- Who are you? I have never seen you here? What are you doing here?

- I came to watch with a friend

- To watch? Nobody watches here, everybody is part of it ... Go on the stage

- No, I have nothing to say, nothing to do, I am not an actor but a doctorate student at the university

- You look very young to be a university student, go on stage and tell me about you. I said GO ON STAGE, DO YOU HEAR ME?

I almost told her to get lost and left but her face looking at me was so full of strength and of honesty and at the same time of gentleness that I decided to go on stage.

- Talk to me about you, you want to be an actor?

- No

- What do you want to be?

- I don't know

- You don't know?

- No

- Read this

She gave me a book.

-Open the book page 15

- Why?

-OPEN THE BOOK

I did ... It was the monologue of Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky

-Read, READ

I started to read it

- Louder...Do you know Raskolnikov? do you know Dostoyevsky?

- Yes, I read the novel.

- DO YOU KNOW HIM?

- I read the novel

- So you believe you know him because you read the novel? READ AGAIN

………………………………………………….

-Now, I want you to think about your father while you read

- My father is dead

- Think of him

……………………………………..

- Now think about your family, your brothers and sisters

- I do not have any, I had a brother, he died

- Think of him

……………….. I read and read and read

   

- Start again from the beginning but before, tell me:

Are you from the eastern countries or are you Jewish?

- I am Jewish, why?

- Because you have a pain inside you that you need to use, to control…

Read Raskolnikov and let him be you with your own pains, your own story.

I read and read and read , I could not stop  and she did not stop me, images of my childhood were invading me, images of my brother and all the dead invading me, they were alive again, talking to me, telling me to take care of me, to take care of my mother... and Raskolnikov I was reading became my words , my life , my Pain... I could not stop. I started to walk while reading and I was alive.

After a long time, who seems to be a few minutes, she said:

- Enough for today, come back tomorrow, you are now my student.

- I cannot pay.

- Who is asking you to pay anything, be here tomorrow at 11 am precisely.

I left the theater, swearing that I will never be back…

I walked thru the streets, I felt good, I felt free for the first time in years, I looked at people and smiled at them, I did not hate anybody, my heart was full of good feelings, I even help an old lady cross the street.

I was there the following day at 10 am and waited an hour in the street for the theater to open

I had memorized Raskolnikov,  

Theater was invading me and changed my life”

Certainly, Tania Balachova method, thoughts and actions will not today be accepted by a large group of people mentioning that it is an attack against personality and freedom.                                                                                   Was it abuse of power, and EXCESS to find Creativity?

Is Stanislavski method not possible anymore?

Last week I heard about a very strange event… At an audition, among many other artists, a singer proposed to sing a specific aria and was told that since the aria had been heard many times that day that it would be preferable for the singer to sing something else… The following day the artist wrote on social medias that this audition had destroyed his confidence, and that the judges had no right to ask for that and it was also mentioned that probably it will take a long time to recuperate from this very painful experience…

Was his reaction excessive without being creative?

The following day, a young director called me to ask for my opinion.

He was directing somewhere and was reprimanded by the company director because he was described by a singer as difficult and having an uncontrollable attitude…I asked him

-What happened?

He said;

-Yesterday at the rehearsal of Traviata, traditional production, the tenor came to rehearse in a short, tee shirt and flip flops…

I (the director) told him that he should wear something more adequate/appropriate for the rehearsals to be able to work on the character.

The answer was:” I can wear whatever I want, and you have no right whatsoever to talk like this…”

I gave the young director my opinion….

It reminded me of the time when I asked an artist to dig into his personal life to find an equivalent for a dramatic moment by calling upon an emotional memory and the answer was:

-I am here to sing, not to reveal who I am to people who are just colleagues.

Yes, I know, times, styles, and methods have changed.

I often take the example of Faust calling for Satan when he cannot find answers to his questions about the world and the torments in his soul.

Can we say we have to try Satan and possible excesses to create or even to continue to be?

Of course, we will use a new way of calling Satan…Reinvent everything? Recast the basics of our world, recreate human relations, political order, artistic values? Is the period we are living just a transition to another world?

Can creativity exist without excess? All revolutions fell into excess, but how long should this excess be predominant? What about the victims of this excess? Can we accept that they are part of the sacrifice we must go through for the new creativity?

Do we need to try to live in the new world and the new laws of society? Or do we have to lie or fake or disguise ourselves in order not to be transparent?

Until when can we ask questions about everything because we are not part of the new rules of society?

Can creativity exist without excess?                                                      Certainly!                                                                                                   Generations of artists, philosophers, writers, inventors were creating and functioning without any kind of excess in their art or private life and are recognized as masters… Or were they excessive in their lack of excess?????

Yes, the dangers of any kind of excesses are very present and ACTUALLY EXCESSSIVE EXCESS WILL PREVENT CREATIVITY!!!!!!!!

So, what do we do? Were do we belong? Can we really find the kind of person we are? Can we be a wonderfully touching Ophelia without any kind of research into our soul and using it? Can we be a total artist without trying to give all of ourselves?

I let you decide.