The old potion
In the art world this is who decides to imagine, design, painting, cooking or writing from invisible spheres, beyond the clouds, from the stratosphere, and some that are able to do all that and more, no space travel, under the same soles of shoes and since the forgotten virtue of humility.
From the heights, the value of the details are blurred and lost, the Earth is a tiny particle and very often is to give you one day face down on the floor. With an eye to-earth, everything grows bigger, and putting some imagination may even levitate. If
strive our attention not recognize costs. When the bubble artisteo reveals him where he lives encrypted, an aura of solemnity indecipherable. The artists call things by their name, pan bread, and if they say hare hare gives you. Díez Germain is the latter. Of the first. Germain is enough
In a span of land to build a universe. A square decimeter it is enough to stay hooked on the miracle of a spider or enthralled with the scales of a reptile's skin. Enough to discover the track of a worm in the sand, the excrement of a deer or a rose hip seed.
To glimpse the magic world needed the innocence of children, the same height. Height just to admire the work of an ant, contemplating the broken wing of a fly or catch a fascinating vertigo in the architecture of a conch. And knowing rewrite, with the old alphabet, the arcane formula of art: the happy reunion of a broken branch and the antenna of a beetle on a bar, two glasses of red wine.
remains to know the secrets of his magic potion mixed with wisdom that these basic ingredients. Having never written a recipe ensures that you get a good meal. After choosing to eye the raw material, balancing the precise ratio and control the cooking time, take hand and grace, dispensing the fire.
That proverbial patience of the artisans and ancient magic of the alchemists, comes what comes. The colors do not mask anything, but do miraculous art from pigments, as in the old forges. The volumes seem to grow alone as sculptures welded to the surface.
ten years, Germain pound also other creative battle at the head of the kitchens of The molehill, a bar-restaurant in the neighborhood of San Jose. Its activity has to be the same. In the morning choose deliberately the most unexpected products at the best market stalls. And every day at noon manages to give the stew a singular point.
On the bar is an aquarium where you go around a goldfish. Nadan, longevity and well fed, happy, puzzled, about a doll that looks like a mermaid with long hair and thin arms. His wife, Dora, told us that only need tap water. It might seem a metaphor. And it probably is. This elegant
normal for me is a mystery. I do not know what lies in the pot to get raise the tone of anything. As I discover, I revel in the taste that left me your pictures on the palate. The roof of my eyes. RDR
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