pátek 17. srpna 2018

Deník z Angoulême - 6.

(Minule, v neděli 12, září vyrazila naše hrdinka  na výlet na zámek, sledujme její další dobrodružství:
Last time, on Sunday, the 12-th of August, our heroine set out for a trip to a castle, let's follow her adventure:)

On the map, it looked like an ideal place for a short break.

But when I see it, I don't want to have a swim anymore.
RNNN (highway)
PADDLING
NON-SWIMMERS
SWIMMERS
NOBODY!

After next 8 kilometres...

One can go only to the courtyard, the castle is closed. Just the windows are open.


So I go again...

I'm out of water, so I asked some good lady.
- Take!
- I thought just tap water,  to fill my bottle...
- Take it! It's well chilled!
Then another good lady gave me a ride as I decided to hitch-hike. The first car I waved at.
- Thanks a lot!
- Moc děkuju!


Monday, 13.
This is Mr. Jones, the character of Franco Matticchio. It's beautiful, poetic, lot of ideas, fun, boundless fantasy, joy. If I were a publisher, I would publish it.




Going to the library here is a big pleasure, I would just need better French.


Nothing special today, I'm in the studio until late at night,...
...where Noemi pays me a visit...
- In Lebanon everybody speaks English, French and Arabic.

...and Rojer, both from Lebanon.
- ...byla šílená!




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středa 15. srpna 2018

Deník z Angoulême - 5.


Saturday, 11.
Time to go to the market...
- What kind of animal beings are they?
- Sole - sea tongue in Czech...from the order of flatfish...synaptura lusitanica lusitanica... Raie = ray

- How to prepare it?
- First, you have to xxxxxxxxxx and xxxxxx, and then xxxxxxxxxxxxx!

So I rather took a piece of filet, after long studies...

With Matylde, we are cleaning the whole apartement... We whooped it so much we stopped not closer than on the sidewalk...

- The Indian from Kashmir observes it and he must think I belong to the lowest caste...






Tony celebrates his birthday.

































Sunday, 12.
- It's a bit odd to post on one's blog fresh daily reports. Real situations with real people... when I know they could read it right now...

- It's different than just write a diary for myself and show it to somebody from time to time. It's kind of mediated communication with the characters of that diary...

- First of all, no self-censorship!

- Yes, that's exactly what I need.

- Do you need something?
- No, thanks. I'm just looking at the trees, how they are beautiful.

- Well, there is a whole alley of those plane trees... and where are you heading to?

- I'm going to Balzac, there is supposed to be a castle...
- It's quite far by foot.

- I know, I wanted to take a bicycle, but I haven't found a bike rental in Angoulême...

- I have one home at the basement, I could lend it to you. What about tomorrow?
- It would be nice.

You've almost believed me, right? At least you can see what a tricky thing is this diary. One can easily get carried away. Nothing happened exactly how it looks here. I have to translate the reality all the time. So - it was like this:

- Well, there is a whole alley of those plane trees...
- Oh, I see. So goodbye!
- Goodbye!

You know what I mean? This diary as any other book is like an open letter to the reader. But that's not the end, because the reader could react. If I go to extremes, I give hashtags to this post like #Angoulême, # bicycle, #trip, #Charente, this man purely by accident finds it and then he would come to borrow me the bike. Another thing is, if I wanted it, but for the diary, for the diary it would be a great thing!





pondělí 13. srpna 2018

Deník z Angoulême - 4.

Wednesday,8.
It got cooler! Clouds, little bit of rain, balmy, splendid!
I go to the comics museum. There is an exhibition on René Goscinny and Arabian comics. But also the permanent exhibion keeps changing regularly.

In a big exhibition space at each period there is a "nest"  with comic books to browse.
I am always enchanted by the oldest ones, mostly...













Then, I sit outside and "inconspicuously" take pictures of a guy practising his monocycle.


Thursday,9.
Early in the morning I had a vivid, dramatic dream and it seemed to me it is an excellent idea for a story, good plot, interesting arrangement of characters. It persisted even when I woke up.

- A marvelous idea came in my dream! Now I know what I'll be working on!
- Fakt, jo?


But...


- Let me guess: you must be the salami skin?
- Go fuck yourself, little spill!


 Lunch with Thierry and Fanny.
- You could post your diary regularly on your blog...
- That's exactly what I told him, too!

- ...and then, if it's successful, you could publish it as a book...

10., Friday
We're going to see the new library behind the railway station.
It looks like a messy heap of binders, it's nice inside, imposing building.
From the terrace we have a panoramic view of the town. There is an exhibition Thierry was working on.
- "...On finishing a book, I should be different from the person I was when I started out..." (Alfred)
Exactly!


sobota 11. srpna 2018

Deník z Angoulême - 3.


- The houses here are so close to each other! If I knew it I could spit there! If I left the window open and so did they, would they hear my snoring? In case I snored...





Let's see what I will hear...
At twelve Kashmir is closing and the guests are leaving.
At two the restaurants nearby are closing.
Then I sleep.
At six the dustmen are used to arrive.

Monday, 6.
I was doing my exercise on the edge of the island, on my old place at the floodgate.






It looks there will be no apple pie...


Mat and Gabri are having the series Office for a lunch again. It nicely reminds me Bety.









G. is leaving for one week tomorrow.

Tuesday, 7.
In the morning, with Brigitte we are solving the problems of my computer. The tablet and the Photoshop don't work properly. We don't know what to do.
On the computer next to me works everything well. So now I've got two computers. The conditions are perfect, so now, what for?

Hopefully, it's getting cold. The horizon is misty.


 At the early evening we go with Mat, Nina and cidre down to the river.


- Koukejte, bobr!
- To je taaaková krása!
- Au!
- Jsi v pořádku?


On the island, there is so much rubbish and shards of glass.

Mat showed us a swimming bay, where I haven't been yet.






Late at night I watch in the studio episode 3 and 4 of the series Castle Rock...
- The houses here are so close to each other! If I knew it I could spit there! If I left the window open and so did they, would they hear my snoring? In case I snored...




pátek 10. srpna 2018

Deník z Angoulême - 2.

Friday, 3.
In the morning, I go for taichi to the island like then. I take the path to the end.
- It's like in a jungle here! Bamboo! And a palm tree over there!

There's a ruin of some factory...

The water seems to be clean, I'll take a bath here some day.







Maybe I could make an apple pie ...
I had a lunch at that Indian place, so I've got their password!
- What's the password, please?

But the wifi is so weak that I have almost to fall out of the window to download my mails.
So I am solving the dilemma wheather to stay at home, where it is more cosy and I can easily combine work and laziness, or in the studio, where it looks like in the night now, since we have to close all the shutters to prevent the heat, but there is good internet connection. So I'm running here and there several times a day, it's not a big problem cause it's like 3 minutes, stairs and elevator included.

Saturday, 4.
After the lunch I fall into a slobbery nap and then I was even more tired.
The heat chased me into a Museum where was - as I smartly anticipated - the air condition.
Sunday, 5.
Place du minage, late morning. It' pleasant to be in the shadow at the fountain, for the first time I enjoy drawing outside in the town. Pigeons guard on the roofs around and they take turns flying to the fountain - bar.
It's an oasis for everyone.















The sun moved and it starts roasting me. It must be already like 30° now. I'm getting weary of the hot, I can't even make a big nice trip like this.

čtvrtek 9. srpna 2018

Angoulême znova - 1

Až do konce srpna jsem zas v Angoulême v Maison des auteurs, na residenčním pobytu. Pod štítkem Angoulême najdete zápisky, co jsem si tu psala před osmi lety. Na tomhle odkazu je první z nich. Tentokrát sem budu asi spíš vkládat stránky komiksového deníku, co si tu vedu.
Vítejte v Nové Aqitanii, ve starodávném městě na řece Charente.
August 2018
Angoulême! 
This is how the French countryside looks like from the TGV windows. But then, I get out of the train and the smells and scents are here again and those old houses and I am happy to be here again. For the whole month, in the residency of Maison des auteurs.
Wednesday, 1.
In terrible heat I am happily climbing the hill up from the rail station to Maison des auteurs - House of authors. I have been here - how many? I am counting the years all the time - eight years ago, when I was drawing Les Sauvages. I worked really hard then.
- french tree
- french railing
I don't have to this time. But I would like to, anyway. I'm just not sure what to do exactly...
Two days ago I finished a big work for TV, so I have time to do "something personal", finally.
I just have to watch out so that this emptiness, this promising free time for creativity wouldn't be overwhelmed by the infamous horor vacui.


Mathilde and Gabriel, my room-mates, are waiting for me at the Maison.

We are greeting with Pili. Since last time she's got fantastic hair. (I mean, she had nice hairstyle, eight years ago she got hair too...)



The staircase like in some castle. Room-mates are so nice, they help me with my suitcases.

They even cooked the dinner.
He's of the age of Bety, she's like Martin. They live in Brussels, he' going there soon.







Later we go out for a drink, with Nina too, we know each other from Norway.
Thursday, 2.
The air is shivering with the heat outside. The sound of French chattering  and calming clinking of cutlery is wafting from the restaurant Jardin de Kashmir. I'll go there for a lunch, at least to get the password for wifi. Then I could catch it across the street.
- My empty half of the bookcase



I switch on my little radio I've brought.
- ... deep in the sky! Your light sees far... You travel around the wide world... (lyrics from Dvorak's opera Rusalka)
- Mooooon, stand stiiiill a while and tell me where is my dear!

I got a place in a studio in the 3rd floor. But I'm alone here. M+G are next.
I wonder what am I going to do here... What do I have in one month...


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