Going to Barcelona, Which Can Be a Big Deal for an Exploding Head and Other News
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In 2012 I went to France and my head exploded. At first I thought it was ghosts, wrecking havoc on my stress and timidity. I stayed in Montcambrier, a 14th century bastide on a hill with Roman roads cutting through farmer’s fields. I painted pictures and feared going to sleep in the bed provided, since every time I walked into the room, a wave of body odor from some unseen stranger upset my nose and made my hair stand on end. I set up a 10 day camp in the unheated studio in late October and barely stopped painting to eat or sleep. It was a wonderfully horror-filled experience. I didn’t speak the language and denied myself human interaction like a hermit monk. I wouldn’t even visit the bakery across the street, although the morning smells were
Going to Barcelona, Which Can Be a Big Deal for an Exploding Head and Other News
Going to Barcelona, Which Can Be a Big Deal…
Going to Barcelona, Which Can Be a Big Deal for an Exploding Head and Other News
In 2012 I went to France and my head exploded. At first I thought it was ghosts, wrecking havoc on my stress and timidity. I stayed in Montcambrier, a 14th century bastide on a hill with Roman roads cutting through farmer’s fields. I painted pictures and feared going to sleep in the bed provided, since every time I walked into the room, a wave of body odor from some unseen stranger upset my nose and made my hair stand on end. I set up a 10 day camp in the unheated studio in late October and barely stopped painting to eat or sleep. It was a wonderfully horror-filled experience. I didn’t speak the language and denied myself human interaction like a hermit monk. I wouldn’t even visit the bakery across the street, although the morning smells were