21 januari 2014


    Me live in Chaco-Paracas in Peru...in French!!

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    21 januari 2014

    13 January:

    Yester afternoon another half hr of impro and today all day for laptop repair again as if have got nothing better to do than to worry about technology...I want my life back. Half is used up by laptop...

    17 Januari:

    Last night it was rock ' roll mixed with samba and Bossa Nova improvisation when I met wit Carlos who introduced me to young couple from Brazil. She an artist he a musician and music teacher. Well, it did not last too long before I found a groove and an audience. Young and old appreciated my Elvis hp shakes mixed with Afro-Peruvian body shakes, normally reserved for the Afro waitresses who often dance to the cajon played by Afro-Peruvian Chaconga! Improvising in Portuguese or in Portugnol for an impro Bossa Nova or Samba was delirious. Not too bad, but as I already sang last week: I am a Belieber, but I am not Justin Bieber!

    19 January:

    We keep improvising...but accidentally I deleted all my 4 vids of improvisations with the Brazilian couple!! Does a tablet have a recycle bin? I don´t see one...to retrieve them.

    20 January:

    In the past week Chaco has been overcrowding on the promenade and beach. Now, we avoid those masses. I hate crowds. It is the season for backpacking Brazilians, Chileans, Argentineans...and not all is rosy. Fights among the dreadlocks ensue...not all love and peace either. This is different brand of hippie here in SA. Just today I caught Carlos in Pisco and he said he avoids being there too...and then he suprised me of how some of those Argentine hippies are gossiping about Valerie and I "They must have a lot of money, if they here stay that long ", "He must be living of her money", (implying I do! They think I am "a gigolo". ·Mesquino son, Carlos said. Yes, they are nasty pieces of work if they think like that. "Fishwives" asking Carlos where the bailarina, is...and talking behind our backs to the waiters and owners of teh restaurants. Envy jealousy comes from narrowminded people...

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    21 januari 2014

    Reminisching of India




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    21 januari 2014


    15 jan 2014,

    I started to record live in the streets. I am a dancer, singer, videast, painter...a multi-media artist. Here I improvise in Spanish and in others I will record in the coming weeks...in French, English, Portuguese, and mixed...

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    21 januari 2014

    02 jan 2014

    Today the temporada (holiday season for 3 months) has started. The bai packed with holidaymakers of mostly the poorer people and those well off who stay in the big hotels like the Hilton. But today a little girl of 8 drowned and was put into a police (serenazgo) car unconscious to be driven to a medical post. Where was the ambulance? This happened in fury and frenzy. Where were the coastal guards I have seen off season, idling around and jetskiing when nothing to do? Chaco is understaffed for many things. They still have no proper sewage system, but the investments of corporations go in only that far. The mayor is corrupt and people live poorly, by the beach hoping to get some crumbs of the tourist table.

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    21 januari 2014

    01 jan 2014

    A lazy morrning to you all. We, Valerie and I, had a nice evening last night. Not anything posh or lots of money we wanted to spent. Having shared one dish of tramboyo fish with sauteed veggies with a jug of lemmon juice. After that a Pisco sour and a glass for Valerie, and a red dry wine for me, and salsa in the background in the wine bar, run by an excellent couple in their 60s was ok...Still not sure about whether we wanted to 'camp ot' until midnight. The entire bay by the jetty was packed wit tents with visitors from Lima and other smaller towns possibly from the sierra as well. Then some restaurants had the ambience lights switched on an children and youths set off the occasional crackers and fireworks. 

    There was a boat booked by tourists which would take them ou tobthe sea to celebrate. As we walked home to lit up a pipe we stopped by a small eatery for the locals and where in the beginning we had meals too. There were children preparing dolls which the would be set alight. Something of a tradition I saw in Baños, in Ecuador in 2009. Then, more crackers and fire and lights soared through the dark sky, and around 5 to midnight the dolls who represented the old year started burning. Some deafening noise kept errupting...too loud for my ears and for two Viringo puppies (Meso-American dogs, a pre-Columbian breed) who yelped and barked for as long as the crackers went off. 

    Then the locals threw lentil seeds over me and in my hand. They also shared grapes..."tradition", the folks said. I felt honoured. We had a glass of papaya and pineaple juice while they sat the life size dolls down. They were six replicas of construction workers. The young boys examined them thoroughly. One even grabbed one doll in the crotch and giggled. A little girl confessed they looked scary. Dark blue overalls on them. A head like a football on which a face was scribbled most wearing a construction helmet and dito shoes. They all smiled an emoticon expression. While the tellies in the background spawned loud salsa and merengue, we just relaxed and sat back enjoyuing what was unfolding in front and above us. Of course I filmed quite a bit by 1.30 am we lit a nice pipe and eased into bed when the mozzies, gnats, and other nasty bugs became too much of a nuissance for us.

    Today another antibiotic jab for my bronchial problems. But I am alive!

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    25 december 2013

    by Kyl Robles      

    12 december 2013

    La última vez que charlamos tomamos unas copas de vino y comimos algunas empanadas en algún lugar de Ica, charlamos bastante, de música, de filosofía, del amor y de otras cosas...

    “El Ayahuasca me dijo que mi papel era informar a través de la pintura”.


    • Alann De Vuyst (Belga): Es un artista completo, suele viajar por el mundo en medio de una aventura sin fin, en una de sus treguas nos cuenta sobre su estilo de vida. 


    Alann nació en 1952 en Flandres Oriental en Bélgica, además de ser un talentoso y misterioso pintor, escultor y diseñador también es un gitano, un bohemio, un aventurero de la vida que viaja por el mundo, ha visitado muchos países entre ellos, el Perú.


    Su amor por la cultura indígena e india, esta entre sus venas y recorre por su sangre. A los tres años empezó a pintar y dibujar, bastó eso para luego comenzar una vida de puros viajes, abundado de libros entre la mente y su intuición descubrió que está destinado a vivir con su niño interior.

    Entre tantos lugares, tantas ciudades, tantas personas, se tropezó conmigo para contarme un poco más de su propia filosofía y su estilo de vida.

    ¿Porque la originalidad de tu forma de vestir?

    Alann: “Es mi lado de artista, de lo que soñaba cuando era  niño. En realidad por dentro tengo ocho años. He tenido que luchar muchos años para por fin recuperar quien soy, porque la gente siempre quiere que te adaptas a las reglas de la conformidad, yo nunca he querido conformarme a la sociedad o a sus reglas. Detesto la autoridad”

    Si lo vieran por primera vez, lo verían con ropas de estilos originales y  místicos, coloridos, una mezcla de varias culturas aborígenes y de hecho siempre están las plumas en sus orejas en forma de aretes.

    Alann: “Si, plumas. Es lo que más me encantaba desde pequeño, he criado varios pájaros desde niño y quise tener un gran aviario, pero mi padre nunca me compró un aviario. Luego adoraba las plumas en las pieles rojas que se transmitía en la televisión, y yo me sentí muy cerca de ellos o cuando en el 2005 tome un ‘San Pedro’ en la isla del sol de Bolivia en el lago Titicaca con 15 indígenas y tres chamanes, me quedé 12 horas en trance, posesionado por los espíritus. Las plumas y mi modo de usarlos entre mis orejas es algo espiritual, lo copie de la tribu Yanomami de la selva Amazónica de Brasil, volar siempre ha sido el sueño del ser humano, yo volé en mi trance, a veces era un cóndor, un águila o un tucano”.

    Estuviste y volaste por Brasil, Bolivia… ¿Qué otros lugares visitaste?

    “Países como: Ecuador, Tailandia, India y claro volar literalmente en mi país nativo Bélgica, y donde vivo ahora: Inglaterra”. refiere como haciendo memorias.

    Alann ha visitado muchos países, se ha enamorado de lugares misteriosos, ha convivido con la gente de toda casi toda Latinoamérica y otros continentes,  pero también recalca que Bélgica, su país natal es: “Bastante materialista, conservadora, poco espiritual y yo no soy un típico belga. Bélgica es un país surrealista como las pinturas de su pintor surrealista Magritte. Somos tres pueblos y tres idiomas, es un país pequeño con mucho talento artístico. De hecho Bélgica es el país de Jaques Brel, Tintin, pitufos y de los chocolates”, dice sonriendo.

    Bélgica surrealista, gente talentosa, tu eres uno de ellos, también pintas, ahora viajas y pintas en diferentes lugares…

    Alann: “Si pero no me conocen ahí, porque he sido un artista viajero nómada  durante estos últimos 30 años”.

    A temprana edad, en un país de artistas, de grandes personajes y de gran nivel cultural, aprendió o mejor dicho, descubrió entre su inocencia y su don el gusto por el lápiz y luego por un exquisito pincel: “Primero dibujé y a pintar aprendí desde que le pedí un lápiz a mi papá, desde mis tres años. Pero pintar con el arte contemporáneo desde 1984, fui destinado a ser un pintor, pero no me dejaban pasar de nivel, porque no pasaba los exámenes de matemática y física y química”, confiesa.

    ¿Qué hiciste entonces?

    Alann: “Opte por el arte publicitario, pero de los 9 hasta mis 12 años de edad iba a la escuela de Bellas Artes con mi papá y mi hermana durante cuatro años. Tengo formación de arte y también en la historia del arte, pero me siento más tranquilo por haber encontrado la vocación de pintor”.

    ¿Porque quisiste y empezaste a viajar?

    Alann: “Me aburrí en Bélgica, lo detestaba, el niño dentro de mí estaba siendo sofocado, quería vivir, ver horizontes verdes, exóticos, ser libre, ser indio, lo que mi alma gritaba dentro de mí. Soy un gitano, un bohemio, un aventurero de la vida, y pague el precio, tenía que sacrificar todo para llegar ahí e Incluso, me escape de la jaula dorada en el occidente. Canto, bailo, pinto, pero viajar era mi vida, era respirar. A veces el arte no bastaba para liberarme”.

    Estar en otros lugares, en otro continente le obligó a adaptarse a las cosas básicas, cosas como aprender nuevas lenguas o idiomas, aunque con un dialecto casi inentendible al principio, en la actualidad conoce hasta 8 lenguas.

    Alann: “Hablo seis y unos dos básicos, suficiente para hablar con la gente. Tengo el don de idiomas. Mis talentos son tantos, que no supe escoger, quiero hacer y desarrollarlos todos. No me costó mucho, muchos nacen con la facilidad. Yo no quiero aprender la cultura de un país por una lengua ajena al inglés. El contacto debe ser directo”.

    ¿Qué lenguas pudiste aprender?

    Alann: “Neerlandés, francés, inglés, portugués, castellano, un esencial alemán, un poco Xavante (lengua indígena de Brasil) y un mismísimo Hindi, y claro el dialecto de mi pueblo donde crecí”.

    Y como toda historia de un viajero o la de un aventurero, los únicos que te hacen sacar un sonrisa son las anécdotas, y esta tarea incondicional de aprender nueva lenguajes le dejo algunas. Porque comunicarse es lo primordial, suele pasar, a veces no puedes comunicarte si no sabes los idiomas de un lugar.

    Alann: “Hay muchas. Una vez en España, llegué hablando solamente francés en Torremolinos (lugar turístico en la Costa del Sol). Ya había viajado un mes, transformando e improvisando el francés en sonidos castellanos, la gente me entendía un poco y me decían que tenía que continuar así. También encontré un librito de frases de Berlitz, (Libro que los turistas suelen usar durante sus vacaciones). Bueno, me senté en un restaurante y pedí la carta. Leí: ‘Papas con merluza frita’. Yo ni sabía lo que era merluza, si no que era un pescado. Los Belgas son los mejores en cuanto freír papas, y en mi lengua decimos ‘frieten’ (papas fritas) entonces vi y pensé que fritas era 'frieten'. Cuando llego el plato vi un pugno de papas fritas y un pescado frito, pero me fije en las papas y me quede decepcionado de las pocas papas que tenía mi plato. Pedí tres veces al camarero que llevase mi plato a la cocina para que me aumentaran más frieten de vuelta, pero el chico se enojó cuando a la segunda vez dije: ¡Quiero más fritas señor! Jajaja."

    Jajaja Y Que pasó…

    Alann: “Cuando a la tercera vez se llevó con mi plato, yo consulte rápido a mi diccionario y me di cuenta que frita significaba freír y no papas fritas o 'frieten'. Cuando regreso con mi plato, nada había cambiado en mi plato, solamente habían frito mi merluza, en vez de darme más papas. Me disculpé y ellos daban la sonrisa. Es desde ese momento que llamaron ‘El señor papas fritas’” Agrega.

    Y qué opinas de las papas fritas peruanas…

    Alann:  “Interesante que me preguntas eso, porque hace tres días encontramos un restaurante en Miraflores en Lima, un restaurante Belga, o sea era de un belga con un socio Peruano (Italiano) donde hemos comido un plato belga. He comido papas en otros lugares en Perú, como en Huanchaco, que son mejores en cuanto al sabor. Es que aquí solamente tiene una papa blanca que sirve para freír al modo belga. Hay una verdadera técnica de hacer papas fritas belgas, me di cuenta que ahí primero hierven la papa y después la fríen. En la tribu Xavante en Brasil, he intentado freír la papa dulce (camote), pero la papa se derritió en el aceite. Tenía tanto Saudades (Saudades: es palabra Brasileña que no tiene traducción en ningún otro idioma que significa congoja por entrañar algo) de mis papas belgas”.

    Entre tanta aventura, Alann alguna vez escucho la palabra Perú, pero ya lo había oído antes en sus libros, “Las aventuras de Tintin” era uno de ello, pero aparte nos dice que: “Peru es un cuadrito, también un cartoon en Brasil que significa pavo. Bueno Perú como país lo escuche primera vez cuando me hice amistad con un artista peruano en Brasil. Perú también aparecía en las aventuras del reportero Tintín, dos veces en dos álbumes” Cuenta, como si le daría gusto recordarlo.

    Por cierto, ¿también sacaron la película de las aventuras de Tintín no?, le pregunto.

    Alann: “Si, Spielberg (El director) era un gran fanático de Tintin e hizo la película en 3D sobre sobre él hace dos años”.

    ¿Machu Picchu aparecía en Las Aventuras de Tintin? 

    Alann: “Si, en los capítulos de ‘El Templo del Sol’ y también en ‘Las Siete Bolas de Cristal’. Para mí, como niño era fascinante de leer como los Incas tenían miedo a un eclipse solar cuando estaban al punto de matar a Tintin”. Cuenta con un regocijo infantil.

    Toda la vida de Alann está abundada de tanta historia, tantas anécdotas que contar, es así que nos cuenta cómo es que piensa en el Perú y nos cuenta su referencia durante su estancia en lugares aborígenes donde conoció a dos músicos peruanos en medio de la amazonia brasilera.

    Alann: “Yo los encontré durante una edición de los juegos indígenas en la ciudad de Porto Seguro en el estado Salvador de Bahía, donde 55 tribus brasileñas iban a demonstrar sus juegos ancestrales en una arena. Los peruanos músicos fueron rechazados por los indígenas selváticos de Brasil. Decían que no eran indios, yo interpretaba para ellos a veces de portugués al español, porque he sido interprete por tres meses en Brasil en el 2004 para un grupo de indios de la tribu Fulni-o, interpretaba de portugués al Inglés, francés, alemán, neerlandés”.

    Eras Intérprete. ¿Algo así como traductor?

    Alann: “Claro, traductor es en papel, e interprete es verbal”.

    Entonces fuiste intérprete y dime, ¿Qué pasó los peruanos músicos ahí?

    Alann: “Los peruanos tenían suerte, fueron invitados para cantar en la arena con la abertura, pero los indígenas apenas habían salido de la selva y los veían como blancos, con su ropa de jeans, etc. Lo gracioso era que los peruanos me decían que los selváticos tenían que civilizarse y entender el mundo moderno y no comportarse como salvajes. Entre los indios brasileños había grupos de tribus que tenían apenas 5 años de contacto con la sociedad y otros 20 o 30 años. Yo me preguntaba, si los peruanos eran aculturados e ignorantes de la cultura indígena autentica, pero después pensé que ellos eran mestizos y no puro indio, es que yo aún no tenía mucha información o contacto con los indios andinos, Recién cuando leí “Señores, Indios y mestizos” de José María Arguedas, me doy cuenta de la realidad andina y mestiza”.

    Si de niño leyó: “Las aventuras de Tintin” y el paso este personaje por el Machu Picchu y algunos lugres más, entonces Alann sabía que tenía una deuda consigo mismo, de poder ver y confirmar su curiosidad, sin pensarlo más de una vez, viajó hacia el Perú. “La Tierra de los Incas”

    Alann: “Durante mi estancia en América Latina, viví 9 meses en La Paz en el 2005, luego 14 meses en el Cusco de 2005-2006, He expuesto 9 veces en 2006 en el Cusco.

    Su hábito por la lectura siempre fue el eje principal de su emblema que le ayuda a recorrer y revelar cada lugar del mundo, ni bien llegó al Cusco…

    Alann: “Leí “Cuentos reales”, “Mi buen gobierno”, “La conquista de los Incas” (por John Hemmings), y “El diario de Cieza de León”, este choque con el  mundo andino empezó en Bolivia, donde me adoptaron como “Novicio amauta” en Tiwanaku, También tuve choques culturales con pintores peruanos en el Cusco”.

    Aunque ha leído mucha historia de los países a las cuales ha visitado, siempre ha pensado que el Perú fue inmensamente grande en el pasado, y se toma el tiempo para opinar de nuestra sociedad y su historia.

    ¿Siempre hay artistas en todos lugares no?

    Alann: “¡Sí! ¿Qué haría la sociedad sin artistas?, En el Perú no existe apoyo para los artistas, tu país fue demolido por los conquistadores (militares, barbaros) y el pueblo aprecia más al poder militar que a las obras de arte, pero tu gente indígena, son los verdaderos artistas. Los Chimú, Los Mochica, Los paracas… ¡madre mía!, y cuantos objetos de belleza artística y los españoles los han derretido en barras de oro. Mi sangre hierve cuando leo toda esta historia”.

    En realidad hay harta diferencia entre Europa, y Sudamérica…

    Alann: “Sí, mucho pero, es que en mi opinión: Picasso o los contemporáneos no han inventado nada en el arte primitivo, lo más difícil es ser simple. Cuando un pueblo puede abstraer realidad, eso es prueba de inteligencia. Los precolombinos eran pueblos de alta civilización, se puede notar por su manera de crear y representar asimismo. Wari, Chimú, Cupisnique, Mochica, Lambayeque, Inca, Nazca, Paracas… Esos son los maestros de aquí. Igual que los Aztecas y Mayas” recalca.

    ¿Siempre te aprendes mucha historia en todos los lugares a las cuales vas?

    Alann: “La gente siempre me llama por lo general una “Enciclopedia Ambulante”, es como apretar un botón, y no hay muchos temas sobre las cuales no puedo hablar, menos todo lo que es matemática o química o física, jajaja. Es que yo no necesito ver CNN o National Geographic para tener una opinión sobre países. Yo he visitado pueblos y vivido con ellos, donde pocos extranjeros van o han ido”.

    Cuando Alann me cuenta de sus historias, de su aventura, se nota entre sus ojos a un avispado niño, ojos brillantes y las manos siempre en movimiento, ¡ah! Y ¡claro! su inmensa memoria. “¡Eso también! A veces mis amigos se sorprenden  cuando puedo recordar nombres de calles en Calcuta (Calcuta es la ciudad capital del estado indio de Bengala Occidental) donde viví un año, y que ellos tiene dificultades para recordarse calles en su vecindad…”

    ¿Cómo te consideras?, un mochilero, un aventurero pintor, o de todo un poco…

    Alann: “Nunca he sido mochilero, pero para tener un modo practico y económico he tenido que usar una mochila. Soy pintor, me siento un artista que no ha querido que lo pongan en una caja con etiqueta.”

    Alann no sabe su próxima instancia, en estos últimos meses tuvo que viajar a Inglaterra por cuestiones personales, después de una tregua en el viejo continente, hoy vuelve al Perú  a seguir con su vida netamente de aventura. ¿Siempre piensas viajar? Le pregunto.

    Alann: “He seguido mi intuición y corazón, mis pinceles son mis armas y me ayudan a expresarme mejor y contribuir al mundo. El Ayahuascas recién me dijo que ese era mi papel, ser maestro, informar a la gente a través de mi pintura. Soy un maestro nato, porque yo no creo que las escuelas formen o creen profesores, ni un diploma o maestría te hace profesor, Lo haces o no, eso lo tienes en tu corazón”.

    ¿Habrá un lugar en la que quedaras finalmente? Le vuelvo a preguntar y se queda pensativo por unos segundos, suspira un poco y responde: “Es una pregunta existencial que me pregunto todos los días, tengo la impresión de haber tenido una docena de vidas y a veces me digo, es lo que más quiero. Ahora más y más me parece la vida como un Deja vu, pero si un día ya no puedo más marchar o este dependiente de máquinas para caminar, es ahí  donde voy querer descansar. Hoy en día me decepcionan los viajeros, gente con su Facebook, que hacen bookings a través de internet en un hostal, no quieren buscar por sí mismo o comunicarse con la gente.”

    “De la lista de patrimonios de UNESCO quizás he visto dos de tres, pero lo que más queda conmigo es la convivencia con la gente, un pueblo, una tribu, una amistad. He hecho un proyecto de agua en dos pueblos indígenas de Brasil, me ha dado mucha satisfacción, eso se hace una vez en la vida si quieres”.

    Alann nunca se considera un turista, él no viaja por desestresar su vida o porque se cansó de un lugar, suele viajar con vigor y con la potencialidad que nace dentro de él, viaja y vive con todos en todos los lugares a donde sus pies lo han llevado, después de todo le deja un mensaje a los jóvenes de ahora: “A los jóvenes, los aconsejo de seguir su corazón, de no tener miedo del desconocido, el miedo es una traba. Deben viajar adentro, desarrollar su intuición, y por cierto; no dejarse prohibir los deseos de buscarse a sí mismo y nunca matar a su niño, porque el niño es creatividad y aventura. Si matamos la aventura adentro de nosotros, también nos matamos a nosotros mismo. Y algo más, que se alejen de conformismo y de las religiones, porque la religión prohíbe la éxtasis, lo que es humano. Aprender de sus errores y finalmente que no existen preguntas estúpidas”.

    Gracias Alann, es un honor haber platicado contigo, mucho diría yo, pero no lo suficiente, tienes demasiado que contar, le digo y sonreímos con un apretón de manos. “Gracias a ti, me has dado la oportunidad de mirar nuevamente a dentro de mí y a reflejar… un gusto…” Finaliza.

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    7 december 2013

    3 Nov 2013

    I arrived in Lima 11.15 am, saw 3 movies in the plane (flew with TAM (Brazilian carrier), stay in Condor House guest house...basic accomodation, but smack in Miraflores. Valerie and I had a meal in a few hrs later, but I fought the tiredness. I crashed out at 4 pm and never got out of bed until this morning 7 am. I had a dream that lasted and looked like 3 feature movies. Today I ran my legs off with electronic hard and software to be repaired, which would cost me an arm and a leg back home. But hey...We are back in the sun, it is spring here..in Lima only 18 to 22 degrees. But I like to shout: Y viva Peru! Feliz de estar de vuelta! However, just an hour ago on the bus I told a preacher off. The guy taking a bus for a church and congregation. I managed to shut him up, as did two youngsters who jumped in half way between our arguments, and they started rapping. It was just in time. A science student hopped on board to ask for a "colaboracion" (some small change for his studies), I told the preacher to help the student, because science is what has saved more lives than any religion of this world.

    08 nov 2013, 15:37

    Yesterday I went to see the art exhibition of artists from Pucallpa, say the Pablo Amaringo school. Ayahuasca visions, it was grand, and I got a gift...a beautiful catalogue with the works in it. Then we found ourselves a Belgian fries restaurant, run by the Belgian's associate who is a Peruvian. The Belgian left the business with him. Inside stood a grey Manneken Pis. We were served fries made of the only white potato Peru has, so flavour was not the same but still great. Then the owner's brother arrived, an ex Peruvian congress member, very erudite man, he made me laugh and he entertained us with anecdotes of his life and view on it. The Belgian food was flavoured with Italian charisma and verbal spices...


    10 nov 2013

    last night I was so glad to leave Lima, having spent our last night in the hostel where the entire afternoon they had peen painting the walls of an adjacent bathroom. The smell of thinners (spirits) wafted everywhere to the point that I and Valerie had to stay out of the hostel for a few hours. Being an asthmatic and Valerie coping with some bronchial problems made it horrible for us. In the morning of our departure I had a row over it with the young lady who ran it. Anyway, after 4,4 (it took 1,5 to get of Lima because of the traffic) we finally ended up in Chaco, where to my great surprise we were put up in the hostel next to the Cruz Del Sur Bus stop, and the hostel here happened to offer promotional rates. we are staying in a neat room, best mattresses I have ever had in Peru, clean beds, neat showers, a little patio in the front by the main road but we are shaded by a bamboo roof and walls. I think we settle here for at least 2 weeks, chilling out from all the hassle in Lima (just 10 minutes before I boarded the taxi by our hostel, I discovered a little museum with authentic handicraft pieces, also Shipibo Indian pottery) and from the routine and gloomy weather in England. However, the reason why I wanted to stop here, in Chaco, was to see the Paracas museum which has several elongated skulls, is said to be shut down. I hope to see the owner and find out if he could still opened up just this once for me. I might do some art work here, as I said, I just discovered this little paradise by the sea and port from where I want to do once more a trip to the Islas Bellestas (the Ballestas Islands, a birds reserve) which we did 2 years ago. it is quiet, here the sun shines and it is not overcrowded,a blue sky unlike the grey one in Lima. We stacked up with food from the local supermarket for our breakfasts. For the first time in years we watched a movie on our flat screen in the room: The bridge over river Kwai and on the bus I saw something with brad Pitt, about someone born old and becoming young and die. Strange weird movie...some of the sounds resounded deep within myself...but I wonder if someone wrote this movie on something a man once quoted...I think it was George Carlin who said it would be better to be born old or was it Woody Allen?


    13 nov 2013

    Being, residing in the town of Chaco, which is part of the Paracas province is very charming. The only drawback is that we have internet at a snail´s pace, so much that once FB open I hvae to wait 5 minutes or more to turn to a next page...so in the end I switch off the internet. It simply is not possible to even upload or download. But hey, I have known the days of pre-internet. I have become spoiled since 1996 to believe that interenet is to be everywhere at your finger tips. Then, last night I paused and said: That´s OK...I can do without. I will take it from day today...enjoy being here. What? We have heavely blue sky to look at, filled with flying things called birds, storks, species I have never seen before,. Because Chaco is part of the nature reserve. And very soon Valerie and I will visit the reserva of Paracas to observe my brothers and sisters the Flamingoes. Yesterday afternoon, I was reading a few chapters of a book on shamanism...when se stopped me and pointed out a pair of dolphins whose backs and fins we only saw up and down the waves. Plenty of fish to catch for them.

    The day before we ventured out beyond Chaco bay where the rich people live (8 million dollars for a house there! Bough in the 80s by 4 families (Swiss, American, British, and Peruvian) and saw huge jellyfish the length in diameter of my forearm, in all colours. But what was funny was that some days before I told Valerie the legend of the boto (Amazon dolphin called like that in Brazil). The boto comes at night to impregnate single women and in daytime he wears a hat to hide the fountain hole in his head. (I was often asked if I was a boto then), he is reputed to be handsome, which I was at age 29 for many natives of Brazil. So, I said to Valerie: "This is your medicine, you saw them, they are here for you." We observed them for 15 minutes and then they went to deeper waters. Only a few minutes later in the third chapter of the book, the shaman talked about dolphins in the Amazon whose sexual organ is much sought after and makes women moan with desire when they are near dolphins. I had no idea this was to come...again, I feel things, and believe they come at the right time.

    I am trying this from a cybercafé in Pisco, that´s why you should not wonder, how I managed to write this down. I came to call my mother from here. Pisco is said to be dangerous like Lima...But we will have to venture out from Chaco to San Andres (5km from Chaco, to try the fish market, and the eateries, half the price cheaper than in touristy Chaco. Chaco also has a private museum that holds the elongated mysterious skulls from teh ancient Paracas people of 1500 years ago. And Yesterday, a tout who works for a restaurant where we had a coffee, befriended us and has invited us to go to visit the pier of Pisco (which was demolished 70 years ago nand which they are going to rebuild.) The sea used to come much further than where she is now...This area is prone to earthquakes, tsunamis and el Niño...So, they had it all in the past 70 ears. But now we coud see cormorants, pelicans and more, there, and after that he will invite us to his home to eat fish prepared by his wife! Ah, si, la vida es linda aqui...We will certainly go an redo the Islas Bellestas, before our hotel rakes up its price inDecember when The high season starts. Our place now for which we pay 50 soles per night per room, will be 200 in December and for us , as good customers, 70 soles. 1 dollars now 2,67 soles. Yes, the dollar went nose diving. We came down to Caco to chill out, and that´s exactly what I am going to do, where elsewhere in the mountains it rains...and in Europe you brace yourselves for a brave winter. Hasta la vista, muchachos!


    21 nov 2013

    Just now, we are sitting in classy restaurant Juan Pablo (where there is fast wi-fi in the the town of Chaco, and right now it is kind of chilly and very windy (Paracas winds) and the boys are playing football half naked on the beach and just now as I am typing they even went swimming the ice cold sea!

    Also I interviewed a man (ex healer) called Juan Navarro, owner and founder of the private little museum Paracas, where you can see elongated skull and Paracas culture, Inca, and Chincha. Filmed him. But now I got to leave you guys, cause I am going to have dinner...Prawns in a curry sauce...next to Valerie Hunt who has just started her prawns in mango chutney. White and red wine for us...Cheers!

    I have lots more news...unfortunately, the internet is so weak at the place where we are lodged. In the pas week we have visited a tambo built by the Inca Pachacutec Yupanqui, known as the Tambo Colorado. We also plan to visit in the coming weeks a trail of 6000 tracks (each 2 meters deep and 1 meter apart from each other) over pampa hills, which seems to shape the figure of a snake. It first appeared in 1940-41 in the Nat Geo magazine then. Von Daniken had his theories about it, but no one really knows anything about. Seeing maybe Brien Foerster tomorrow when he comes to deliver his books at the Paracas museum. I will have to sit down in the coming days and write down what I have seen and what I think. There plans to travel to Pucallpa (me alone probably, and Ayacucho). Uploading photos is a pain..and so is a lot of text for the moment. Please let me know if you are interested in seeing more upda


    MYSTERIOUS PARACAS, 21 november 2013

    Since our arrival in Chaco I haven't really chilled out in the literal sense of the word, more likely I heated up in passion for what lay within my reach of discovery of the rich and enigmatic culture we don't know the name of, but which we have for the time being dubbed Paracas, because that was the place that Dr. Julio C Tello had found mummies with elongated skulls, who had their religious, ceremonial, and administrative centre at Cahuachi in Nasca province.Within a couple of days I went looking for a museum that had some of those skulls on display, and which I had seen examples of on Brien Foerster's Facebook webpage. Intriguing they were, and more so knowing that they were a highly artistic people, who apparently had no minds bent on war, as no real weapons were discovered or proof, evidence thereof. What they had found was an arsenal of musical instruments of gigantic sizes such as antares of 150 centimetres high and drums a meter tall.

    Archaeologist Alberto Urbano who I met this year when I lived for 4 months in Nasca, in the municipal museum, said in an interview I held with him, that the Paracas had knowledge of music on a high level because they knew to play music in symphony. The west could not, and did not want to believe that a 'primitive' society did not restrict itself to a pentaphonic scale.Anyway, Chaco, is a little harbour with a bay from where fishermen leave everyday in small boats toward the Islas Ballestas, now declared the reserve of Paracas, with a variety of birds ranging from cormorants, gannets, gulls, and pelicans to animals like sea lions, spider crabs, dolphins and the occasional whale. Rich enough for a daily income of international tourists. Chaco provides Spain with anchovies from here, and they still collect tons of guano for turned into natural fertiliser for national and international usage .

    The bay was also known for the Spanish galleons that exported the gold stolen from the Incas to Spain, which was also coveted by the English pirates, the likes of Francis Drake.. So, much information that one has to ingest on the toruist crammed speedboats that took me to the islands.At the museum of History, run by Juan Navarro Hierro, - a self taught historian and owner of the museum, - I learned more of the Paracas culture by looking at the enigmatic skulls and listening to what Alberto and Juan told me. Sure, but one has only to look deeper and wonder how can people who knew how to operate on the brain by opening skulls, or closing skull fractures or holes made in the bone through techniques such as drilling, scraping and sawing in them. War victims's skull holes were sealed with gold laminates...There is the wonder of what a chandelier (candelabro) does on a flank of a coast cliff? Juan tells me with ease, that as child it was known as the cactus, becuse that is what it was, later it was known as the trident(e). It became known as the candelabro after the s Spaniards had arrived, they called it that. Obviously, Juan says, because before their arrival the candelabro was unknown to the people here. It works more like the southern cross, or as a light tower, Juan adds, because the Paracas have always fared the ocean guided by the southern cross, which is very often present in their textiles and ceramics.

    The Paracas traded with the people from what is now known as Ecuador (known then as Chinsasuyo as part of the Tawantinsuyo of the Incas), because they found necklaces of spondylus shells, which was only found in Ecuador and was highly valued.Juan, a charismatic 'teacher' and ex- healer, tells me with passion, and puts his heart in the matter when he describes how the Paracas turned into a passion for him the minute he inherited cardboard boxes from his dad and mum. Passed on by his grandfather to his dad, he had no idea what those boxes contained and had never known of their existence as a youth.The boxes contained the valuable skull that no one had ever studied or analysed. So, he started his own research; read books on archaeology, history, invited experts from Lima to look at the skulls and give their opinion. Recenly Brien Foerster became involved and had a geneticist from the USA take one of the skulls for a DNA scan. This revealed that that particular skull was not from Paracas.

    Brien Foerster is a Canadian artist/sculptor who started working with and for Juan some 10 years ago, and is now based in Cusco doing research on the megalithic stones and elongated skulls found in what once was Tawantinsuyo. Juan, who showed me a number of weird skulls such as a pre-Andean, an Inca, many from Paracas, and others with unnatural seams, dividing the skulls in more than the usual lobes, pointed out one that was said not to be a skull from a man that lived here (Paracas) and one whose DNA they haven't been able to identify.But Juan is a simple man, with his heart on the right place; people and TV stations seem to find him now, and want him to lead them to mysterious places, like he did when he took me and my friend Valerie ten days ago to Tambo Colorado.This is a very coloured garrison built by the Inca Pachacutec Yupanqui around 1474. It was about an hours ride by taxi, driving over side roads, left and right of the Panamerican highway, alongside the Pisco river, past the town of Humay, where in 1553 the Pisco drink was born and cultivated by the Spaniards from seeds of the Canary Islands grapes.The tambo is huge and quite a labyrinth in which Juan twice lost the direction toward the exit. The Inca had his own bath and one for his coyas (princesses, his wives) and they are well preserved. The tambo was that well built that it survived several earthquakes, and that in comparison with 20th century buildings in Pisco town which were raised to the ground with the last one. The Incas had already developed quakeproof architecture and it still withstands the quakes today. The tambo drew many treasure seekers as soon as it was known that the Inca once had given orders to melt down all the golden idols which they had, in order to hide them from the Spaniards, lusting for gold and on their way to the Tambo Colorado.

    Juan goes on to tell me on film, that not so long ago a gang of looters arrived at the Tambo to find the gold, but were found by the INC (Instituto Nacional de Cultura) guards and told to leave the place. Apparently they had found something but had not been able to take it with them in time.When a group of tourists arrived some time after that, they found boys playing football in the square where Pachahcutec (the architect Inca) had had his troops lined up. The goal consisted of some rocks. One of the rocks that was the shape of a ball, seemed highly interesting to them, so much so that they took the ball with them. Juan concludes that the ball which was actually at first sight no more than a mud ball, but in fact it was molten gold covered in dried mud, probably made by the looters who left it behind.Each room that we visited in the tambo had at least a dozen niches in which had stood a golden idol. So imagine how much gold is still buried there, hidden from the Spanish?

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    4 mei 2013


    Hello dear readers,

    It seems ages ago since I last wrote something down here. To be honest, I lack the time and the animo for it...1,5 half on the road in Peru and Ecuador, organising, coordinating shows (Lima, Moquegua, Cajamarca and 2  in Vilcabamba in Ecuador) in foreign lands and on the continent left me non-plussed, and the mananas without ending frustrated and disappointed. Five months before I left Peru I had been robbed of my bank cards, and I still don´t know how it happened. But fortunately some good things happened to me too: like the purchase of works in Cajamarca/ Peru by a gentleman/art connoisseur who saw my show at the Interbank. The man is also the proprietor of a huge disco/loung/bar/art mezzanine, and wanted to show the remainder of my body of work for as long as I like in there. What a privilege!

    The show, of which you can see video footage on my site, was great and it lasted 5 weeks. Then I moved to Nasca, the pampa or desertland where in the past 10.000 years 4 cultures thrived, all pre-Inca. I went there to take a break from my exhaustive agenda (but after 3 weeks of rest I was writing and drawing again) of running around promoting my work (for the pleasure I participated in a competition of Pintura Rapida (speed painting) in Cajamarca (the Cusco of the North, where the last Inca was strangled to death by Pizarro's henchmen and which I painted in that competition), which had a day and night painting moment.

    So, I am back in England since March 18 and since i haven´sat still. Last year I exhibited in a groups show called Insiders/ Outsiders organised by de Factorij, and this year the same Artist association did another group show in the same location in Antwerp with the them HERDERS en WORSTEN (shepherds and sausages). Furthermore I was part of a collective show in Fukushima and Tokyo for a project called 101 Works for Fukushima. Which you can still find on Facebook. Another Facebook promoted event in which I participated was Bird Art Project by Ed Hanssens..in Holland...and still...

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    8 oktober 2012

    Yes, after Lima’s dreadful experience with an Lime┼łan agent, called Liliane Chaparro, I finally pulled it off in the Cuzco of the north. I brought my digital portraits of Inca Athahualpa, who was murdered here by Pizarro, his henchmen, and a Dominican priest called Valverde, home. So that the people, descendants of those who used to know him, may relive in history, their past and present. And see  how I turned their historical supreme leader’s face into the bright Andean blue and pink, with strong accents in gold, the metal for which he had to die a disgraceful death of strangulation.

    More than 100 visitors came to see my show of paintings, objet trouvé, installations, on the 5th of October, which also coincided with the start of cultural festivities and the week of tourism, here at the gallery of Interbank by the Plaza the Armas. I got enough press coverage to see my show through with pleasure until the end, which is the 26th of October.

    People, a 100, surely, was more than what any show really gets here in this town, which is still largely Indigenous for a 70%, from all walks of life, enjoyed what I brought with me.

    A different cup of coca tea, a view by a westerner well versed in indigenous politics. The indigenista School in itself spawned a lot of art and literature in the 19th and 20th century, and my work is quite unfamiliar in style, but deep in themes and contents that touches the soul of those who are indigenista who live here and have to fight off a gold rush and pay for it with their lives for the past 30 years.

    I do need to give a big thanks to my sponsors like Dircetours, INC employees, such as Septimo who is also an activist pro indigenous rights; but if it hadn’t been for Enrique Guerero Castillo and his friends, a painter, graphic arts, mystic, who I met in 2009, when he had his exhibition in the same room at the Interbank, it would never have been materialised. Everything falls into slots. These 9 months of travelling and exhibiting in Peru en Ecuador, had to have a happy ending some time, and it did.

    Lima was not the place for art that celebrates Indigenous values; it has never been and will never be. It is as alien to those peoples and values as New York when the goldrush started in California, Wyoming, etc, where they deported and massacred the Native Americans for their resources of gold, silver, copper, land, etc.

    I also say a big thank you to my dear friend Valerie, who has stood me by in health and stress, with kind word and empathy, and who thus, deserves sharing in the merit and success of this show, that will end on the 26th of October.

    My show is here just on time and on its place, and as an homage to all peoples indigenous who suffer the hardship of exploitation for decades by mining companies like Conga (from Canada) who has tried any means possible to delude the people here, whose lakes they destroyed and contaminated for ever.

    They deserve attention, they deserve respect. Enough is enough, so stop the exploitation fo their culture, land, resources, lives. Give them dignity!

    After peaceful strikes in which the police killed on and wounded 17, the government suspended the mining, but there is still tension here, and it is only under the skin, anything can erupt at any time.

    After having lived 14 months in Cuzco between 2005 and 2005 and having exhibited in the Qoricancha (the Sun temple) and in another dozen places there, my art moved to the most important cities of Peru.
    I might stay here for a while, and discover more of Cajamarca’s sun worship history that might give me even more insight into this country’s neo-colonial government’s policies toward the indigenous inhabitants, of which one family put us up for 11 days. One of the most endearing experiences in Cajamarca for me.

    We must try to always walk in beauty, no matter how hard the road, shod or unshod.





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