Lewis Carroll probably wouldn’t want us to think that. I mean… Have you read his Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland? Maybe the whole rabbit hole thing is because Alice end up lost and mad? But isn’t Wonderland better when we’re completely lost? That’s what they say... And the Cheshire Cat adds: We’re all mad here. So what is it? Is there something bad at the bottom of the rabbit hole? Or maybe along the way down? Is it the fall? Or is it more of a landing? Is madness really tha

I’m lucky enough to live right next to a large château park. And you can probably imagine what it looks like there now in the spring. The magnolias and cherry trees are competing to see who has the pinker and fuller blossoms. Wild irises are beginning to take over the entire river’s oxbow. And the pines no longer feel so alone in all that greenery, because the birches, plane trees and willows are quickly catching up to them. And speaking of willows... This morning I went for

I read Frederic Forest’s article about the Musée Rodin today, and I liked how he mentioned Rodin – as an imaginary friend who isn’t called by his first name. And it made me think of others... Monet, Caravaggio, Gaudí, Picasso, Vermeer, Dalí, Warhol... With most artists, we’re used to calling them by their last names. Sometimes we don't even remember their full names. And the same goes for their artworks. I didn’t go to see Sunset on the Seine at Lavacourt, Winter Effect, I we

You know, I don't really care if it's just my prejudices that I can't deal with. Or my pride, which sometimes confuses my fear of not being good enough with the pressure to achieve self-confidence through perfectionism. No matter how worthless my overthinking about this may be, the fact remains... I hate emails! With every one that arrives, my heart skips a beat and my breath panics. Could we just start talking again, please? As someone who grew up without the internet, it's