Fascinating, intriguing, I’m hooked from the start.
She’s not a Dervish
She could whirl around the world.
That’s the energy
Valentina the Brave
She’s one of a kind.
“Wherever whirling is, there is also a quiet centre. Without that peace, emptiness, that zero point – the whole movement would not be possible… Spinning is the archetype of the movement, of dance itself. ..one travels towards the primordial sound of creation. Sema, among other meanings, is the act of listening. It inspired me to listen to the music with my whole body, skin, breath and movement.”
“…real artists are usually discreet, absorbed in their art somewhere far from media over exposure. One of these artists is dancer and performer Valentina Lacmanović, who for years has balanced on the border of her artistic and geographic existence.”
KONTURA ART MAGAZIN number 121 (Croatia), August 2013,
Whirling as an instrument of communication
Photography : Ludvine Allegue © 2016 Allegue / Lacmanovic
Merci beaucoup a Rocio, grandmother, Nais, daughter and Kiliana granddaughter
It isn’t every day that people take me into their home, but when they take me into their hearts, that’s feeling at home.
Feeling wanted, feeling loved, feeling like I belong.
I’ve been a foreigner half my life, I’ve learned to live outside the klan, to find my own tribe’s drum.
But what—here I am!
Here I go?
Couldn’t deny the opportunity to live in a new country.
People are people all over the world.
It’s the heart that counts.
Like Keb Mo says,
“It’s becoming clear I can feel it down in my soul.
I know that I am you and you are me.”
I like this way to live.
It’s a good way to be.
I’ve heard you can tell everything about a person by the face. I never really considered this before now. I might go one step further and say, by the eyes. Do you have a calling? Some of us have careers. I think a calling can become a career but I’m not sure if all careers are callings? In Katja’s case, whether you look at her face or her eyes, it’s clear. She has been called upon to follow the path she loves. “Live the Loving,” was her message to me. Well, one of her messages. We flew through Time and Space in Barcelona, on a sofa, side by side, on a hot day in Las Corts. We could have been in Pennsylvania, in Timbuctoo, or in Tibet. I came to have my karma cleansed, or better, “realigned.” Spiritual realignment, yes, why not? I’ve been to a chiropractor to realign my bones. But what about the part of me that I can’t see? I know it’s there, that heart-part, that spirit, that soul, why does it feel so out of tune? Out of shape? Out of place? I thought Katja might help shed a little light on this karma of mine. She has no idea what she did. She pulled a name out of my heart. The name of a friend I wanted to make peace with. I wrote to this friend in my notebook: “What’s the problem?” I asked. “Live in the loving,” I told her. “Forgive me, I forgive you, let’s be friends again.” I had no idea she was dying. She died the next day.
We’re happy today! Victory! Emmanuel Macron! A new president, not a Trump! This is for real, happening in front of our eyes. Hope! For Europe and everywhere. Getting back on track. Let’s celebrate while we can. Light abounds! Carpe diem! A new beginning!
Give it a chance!
It’s Easter time again. Sure comes around fast, doesn’t it? Where were you last time this year? I wasn’t here in Saint-Alban. I never would have imagined last year I would be where I am now. It never entered my head. How would I know I would be in these farmlands with pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago? Pay attention I tell myself now. Pay attention to your life as it is. The secrets are there in the obvious. Who knows where you will be in one year? Surrounded by love hopefully!
I’m in a sleepy old town in La Lozére region of France. Saint-Alban-sur-Limagnole. I arrived like a can of coca cola. It’s not easy to get the city-fizz out of my brains, it’s been running through my veins for thirty-two years. I tried to post my road movies leaving Barcelona, but from sleepy little Saint-Alban my videos don’t go through.
I’m surrounded by green.
I have time.
I go for walks. I spend hours alone.
I live simply, in silence, I can write. I can think!
“Thinking is a luxury!” A philosopher once told me.
I can see the sky from my roof.
Another year of seeing the sky.
Another year to look at beautiful things.
Another year to think.
Another year to laugh.
Another year to love.
To be loved.
To be amazed.
To be crazed.
It’s all so precious.
Such a fight!
To get to the good stuff.
To…see the light!
Happy New Year to You!
Happy New Year to me!
Another year of reprieve!
My friend Naomi Wedman playing with Peter Loveday
How does she make those hair-do buns?
How does she pluck those strings and make it look fun?
This gal’s from Canada’s boondocks,
but she plays that violin
she bends that bow
high and low
and let me tell you,
was waiting for me…
…while I checked out the view
from the balcony!