Saturday, 13 October 2012

Letting go.





Three weeks ago I drove  my 18 year old car over 1000 kms  to the tiny village of Farrera in the Spanish Pyrenees, to try to paint my way back into writing my screenplay.
My destination was  El Centre d’Art i Natura,  'a  truly inspiring  place for artists and researchers from all over the world.'  It's situated at an altitude of 1,360 m in the heart of the Catalan Pyrenees, 250 km from Barcelona and not far from Andorra.   The village  benefits from - the website says-  an exceptionally  peaceful setting, ideally suited to reflection, inspiration and creative work. I knew this  to be true.  My last visit was  eight years ago.



By the first weekend, what happened, to my great surprise,  was that I  let my screenplay go.  I said a swift silent  goodbye  to four years  work, and adios to an exciting  dream.

How did this happen ?