10
Dec
2013
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Reclaiming the feminine

It’s been almost a year now since I’ve started to work on The Love Project. And during this year I’ve learnt a lot of things. Things like how essential self-love is in the pursuit of romantic love, that playing a power game in dating means that somebody always wins and somebody always loses and that’s...
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3
Dec
2013
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Can I be both Romanian and British?

There are many of us. People who have left the country we were born in to pursue life elsewhere. For various reasons: a better life, a place where we feel we can belong, refuge and shelter, lust for adventure, curiosity. Whatever the reason that brought us on foreign land, I’m sure that at some point...
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2
Dec
2013
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A simple case of synchronicity

Ever since I’ve been in creative recovery, I started taking notice of the things that can be classed as synchronicities in my life. Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events as meaningfully related, whereas they are unlikely to be causally related. The subject sees it as a meaningful coincidence, although the events need...
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2
Dec
2013
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Does being happy makes us less creative?

They say the biggest works of art are born from pain. They say artists are tormented souls, fighting to express their hurting feelings through art, destroying themselves in the process of creation, eaten away by addictions like alcohol, pain killers or cocaine. I’m starting to wonder whether that’s not a little bit true… I used...
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17
Nov
2013
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Self-fulfilling prophecies

On December 31st 2012, I was sipping on cocktails in a bar in Nah Trang, Vietnam, with two amazing friends. And we had this idea of filming ourselves saying what we wanted 2013 to bring us. A few days ago, I was speaking to one of the friends I was in Vietnam with and remembered...
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11
Nov
2013
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Relax, take it easy

I started my week-end watching planes gliding across the grey dawn skies. They hid for a second behind the bouquet of flowers yesterday’s nurse placed for me in a plastic pot on the windowsill, and then emerged dashing towards the BT Tower and probably beyond – some going and some arriving. My hospital room had...
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