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RE: Something Pretty happened at Wacken 2013.
I'm still not in a place where I can travel much, but I think the first place I'd visit is Andorra on my way to Barcelona.
Sorry to hear about the Fence war. Down here we have a TV show (de rijdende rechter) The traveling Judge, that would often cover border disputes that involved moving Sheds, Fences, Hedges, Driveways and such. Amazing how much trouble is generated by an error of 10cm by some surveyor from long ago. Sad really, but sometimes it makes for good TV (if TV can be considered good at all).
I'll have to visit your YouTuber and see what's on offer since I never got into Picasso, just don't get him. Dali is another matter and Miró I'm not familiar with.
I have some errands to run so I hope to run into you again later. Cheers!
What's on in Andorra? You a skiing man? Always made efforts to skip Andorra on my way to Barcelona. Now, the countryside (North Spain to be shamefully generic) on the other side of Andorra does have some appeal for me lately, despite the rain and the grumpy farmers. It seems so quiet. Almost giving hope one might be able to disappear and even forget about oneself.
I had to dislike Picasso thoroughly, naturally, considering the narcissist (and commercial man) he pretty much is. But then two things happened in May. I found myself in front of a Picasso, hanging low, shoved into a dark corner, almost knocking it off the wall (a temporary spot in preparation for a massive renovation of the museum) and it talked to me. Then a month later, I happened to stumble upon a documentary - by Krabbé of all people, so somewhat staged and theatrical, and of interest therefore as one man worshipping another man - which spoke to me again. And in my effort to try and figure out the role men can ever have in SAVING this planet I did my very best to take a very fresh approach to Picasso (how much more stereotypical male can you get?) and I ended up bowing in respect to the driving force I found behind him - which has its limits in the person, but is astounding as an overall impulse.
When I was excluded from all further negotiations about MY garden fences on the grounds that I was a woman (they started arranging men's only meetings, can you believe it?) I really did think of calling Meester Visser. There was little more I felt I could do than consider it all an entertaining, ludicrous show.
Nothing that interesting about Andorra itself, but a good location to start from if one is looking for places that aren't particularly hot in the summer and aren't overrun with tourists. Next on my checklist would be Serbia and Croatia, but there language would be more of a problem for me. Anything based in Latin would give me a starting point I could build from, except French maybe, ha ha. Staying clear of the Rat race and climate would be the motivation for me.
I never looked into Picasso's history, I just never got his paintings and never understood what the big deal was. I'd much rather look at a Georgia O'Keeffe. As a kid I was regularly exposed to the Cobra collection in Venezuela (Copenhagen, Brussels, Amsterdam ~ Karel Appel, Corneille and the likes) but never found much of interest there either. Maybe it was impression overload or that Karel Appel and Ayacas somehow didn't mix well for me at the time. Of course seeing the real thing up close will leave a very different impression, in that I had a similar experience viewing Jopie Huisman's paintings.
Did anything work out for you in that border dispute?
I think even Meester Visser gave up since he retired from refereeing neighbors (in public anyway). I sometimes go back to a fond memory of having 10 acres and a creek, but also realize that the isolation such a property brings can be too much. It's a bit of a catch 22...