Friday, November 29, 2013
Cari Amici (Dear Friends),
I feel grateful for a great many things, but mostly my ability, through you, to live my life and explore the world and our humanity through artistic eyes. In 2012, I traveled to Morocco. Alone.
In truth, most of my experiences in Morocco just made me feel isolated and lonesome. It was difficult to have a real conversation with anyone (it seemed only men who wanted to interact; women just smiled shyly or spoke as little as possible to me). Most interactions I had ended with a request for money or sex.
Many of these exchanges were mild and it was easy to disentangle myself. The one on the bus from Essaouira was the worst I experienced there. I was unaware at the time, but I had started to come down with the fever and chills that one can catch from eating or drinking something not particularly healthy. I simply thought that I was tired and had fallen into a deep sleep on the bus, leaning against the window. I awoke about an hour later because . . .
If you would like to hear more about this dubious adventure, as well as see my new body of artwork in pastel and charcoal, please visit the online version of my latest art newsletter here:http://www.borsheimarts.com/news/2013_11-PassagesMoroccoArt.htm
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