“Everyone brings on its face the dust of the road he did.” This is what to us remember, with a wise proverb, the native Indians of North America. Starting to Route 66 http://meetingbenches.com/2016/08/ready-for-the-big-adventure-choose-your-kicks-on-route-66/ on our face we have the memory of California, a special imprint http://meetingbenches.com/2016/08/inner-landscapes-california/ made of views and music, a book, and poems but also some pictures, along …

PRIMO CONTI 1/3 – 1911 is the year of his artistic debut, along with the youth studies on the human figure, the precocious interest for the Fauve art, a prelude to the brilliant futurist. He has been able to receive the most alive and fruitful moods of Futurism, creating a fresh paint and filled with poetry. Always ready to question …

Everyone loves to travel, but not everyone loves to travel the same way. All you have to do is have the time in your life. Meeting Benches. The way to make the world a better place is easy. Choose a bench, where you can publish what you have painted or written, a review of a book that you’ve read, or …

MARGARET KEANE 1/3 – She created a unique, popular artistic aesthetic during the 1960s, though unknown to the public for some time. She was born on September day in 1927 in Nashville (Tennessee). She immersed herself in art from an early age, and had a penchant for creating characters with large, looming eyes, her distinctive way to paintin of large-eyed …

He knew he wanted to be a writer from a relatively early age. Jeffrey Kent Eugenides is an American novelist, and was born in Detroit, to a father of Greek descent He attended Grosse Pointe’s private University Liggett School and took his undergraduate degree at Brown University. From 1999 to 2004, Eugenides lived in Berlin, Germany, where he moved after …

FLYING AT FORTY – Poem by Erica Jong You call me courageous, I who grew up gnawing on books, as some kids gnaw on bubble gum, who married disastrously not once but three times, yet have a lovely daughter, I would not undo for all the dope in California. Fear was my element, fear my contagion. I swam in it, …