This time back in London had a great time as always. Moreover, had good time with my psycho partner - my lighthouse of dissertation, my support of mind, my alarm bell of masterplan, my best friend.
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On the route of searching the behaviour of New Media Art in the Contemporary Art Market, I found jazz from Visual Art.
Both are j'adore :)
Omara Portuondo, the leading lady voice of Orquesta Buena Vista Social Club, is going to hold a concert in Royal Alber Hall. I wish I could go.
At her first time visit Taipei in 2005, I went one of her concerts. It was amazing. Her passion of singing and still being such elegant, attractive while interpret latin music, are factors I appreciate.
I'd like to regard her as the model, find a thing, devoting myself into that field for the next 25 years of my life, with passion and attraction.
"A great pianist is required with rational calmness and an intense heart" - I regard it as the same as a human been.
Just right about cross the road, I lift up my head, something familiar caught my eye - Vitus. That little boy is coming to Taipei having his concert. I couldn t wait any longer, ran back to office and booked the ticket without wasting a second.
"Vitus"- I still remember how wonderful this little boy played in the beginning of the movie - Robert Schumann's Concerto for Piano and Orchestra in A minor, one of my favorite. Oh Schumann, who could be more sensitive, more passionate, more fragile? His concerto is one of the kind and with fully depth, describe life profoundly. I totally melt, feel like deeply drown into his music.
And this little boy - Teo Gheroghiu, who has grown up apparently, played him so well. Now he is coming to Taipei. I have to meet him and his music. How exciting.
From the exhibition - EXPOSED: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera in the Tate Modern. There are so many unhappy faces, which also represent unhappy lives, lost souls. Some of those which are lives I couldn t even imagine if any of them happened in mine. I am not the only one mentally suffered. I am not alone. And, I should be grateful.
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