In praise of travel

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There comes a time when you no longer know what you're looking for, only that you can't stay stuck in an all too familiar setting.

Something in us is thirsty, so we leave. We leave behind what we know because there is a call from elsewhere.

Travelling is not about changing places, it's about changing your perspective. It's unlearning what you thought you were, to better feel what you're becoming.

There, we don't speak the language, we don't know the codes, and yet, we feel more alive, as if something inside of us remembers the essentials. Travel awakens forgotten parts, it makes you porous, vulnerable, but free.

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Artists have always known

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Artists have always known this, they who went looking for more than images: raw truth, living matter, inner fire. Gauguin in Tahiti, Delacroix in Morocco, Rimbaud in Morocco, Rimbaud in Abyssinia, Isabelle Eberhardt in the desert. All of them left their world to immerse themselves in another, not to flee it but to merge into something bigger than themselves. They understood that the elsewhere is not a setting, but a source of awakening, of creation, of meaning.