Monthly Archives: July 2016

My Own Equators

Posted on July 31, 2016 by jillbpearlman

I like to travel south.  The further south in Europe I go, the more comfortable I feel.  I’m often following a pull, the  force of personal migration.  The compass point opens up more and more exhilaration.  It’s as if I’m … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Comments Off on My Own Equators

Paris tends the Flowers of Evil

Posted on July 24, 2016 by jillbpearlman

  If Paris is still a poem, it’s a 19th century poem.  It’s a poem of dualities, and that’s good and bad.   In spite of the  century and a half that has passed, Baudelaire’s masterpiece, Les Fleurs du Mal, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Comments Off on Paris tends the Flowers of Evil

Banyuls Earth Art

Posted on July 12, 2016 by jillbpearlman

There is a mythical hillside in the Pyrenees that is superb earth art.  Every time I drive the serpentine path of patterned vines, I think of Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty from 1970, and Christo’s curtains.  This anonymous collaboration in Banyuls, … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Camus’ Small Middle Ground

Posted on July 3, 2016 by jillbpearlman

It’s surprising how obscure Albert Camus’ grave is, outside the small town of Lourmarin in the French Luberon. If we hadn’t had to make a U-turn on a Provencal country road, and turned into the cemetery while being hounded by … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment