Portrait

Everything fits

No carro à nossa frente vão três passageiros atrás, o do meio é um homem de cabelos brancos, de cada um dos seus lados vai um menino, o do lado do condutor possívelmente o mais novo, leva o braço apoiado no ombro do homem.
Tudo bate certo.

In the car ahead of us, three people seat on the back seat, a man with white hair goes in the middle, at each side a little boy, the one behind the driver, probably the youngest, takes his arm on the man shoulder.
Everything fits.

self-portraits

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings

Nothing twice

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with exactly the same kisses.

One day, perhaps, some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,
I can't help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It's in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.

Wislawa Szymborska

just colour and form

Sophie TAEUBER-ARP Vertical and horizontal composition

NO WORDS

Olhares/Looks

Tintoretto’s Susanna and the Elders, c.1555-56

Do livro de Daniel uma história de todos os tempos

From the book of Daniel, a tale for all ages

Red & Orange Streak

Georgia O’Keeffe, Red & Orange Streak, 1919. Oil on canvas, 27 x 23 in. Philadelphia Museum of Art. Bequest of Georgia O’Keeffe for the Alfred Stieglitz Collection, 1987 [Courtesy of the Philadelphia Museum of Art]

But João...

Wassily Kandinsky - "The Blue Mountain" - (1908-09)
Oil on canvas - The Solomon R. Guggebheim
Museum, New York, NY, USA - Image
Copyright © (cf. Olga's Gallery)



"But João, stones and rocks are alive too. Their molecules just move very slowly."
Says Ruth and I think about an old Philip Glass piece,
the music revolving around itself, like in a frame by frame mode and I
think of stones and rocks the same, moving, moving.
Moving about itselves in a way, that mere humans can't aprehend.

Cats

For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno)

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually--Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.

Christopher Smart

Deserts

Georgia O'Keeffe Black Place I, 1944; painting; oil on canvas, 26 in. x 30 1/8 in. (66.04 cm x 76.52 cm);

Georgia O'Keeffe was one of the XXth century great artists - I think she was somehow diminished by gender associations and some imagery was forced upon the viewers of her work...

ENO

Brian Eno is great !

Titian red

The wind like a bugle

this is interesting

There Came a Wind Like a Bugle
by Emily Dickinson

There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's electric moccasin
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!

FIN

read about her here

Resignação

biografía : Este joven artista nació en Pamplona, en 1978. Cursó estudios de bachilerato artístico en la Escuela de Arte de Pamplona, y una vez finalizados se matriculó en Bellas Artes en la Universidad del País Vasco. Su formación ha sido muy completa, complementariamente ha realizado talleres y seminarios con Víctor Erice, Andoni Euba, Agustín Ibarrola, Miroslaw Balka, Peio Aguirre, Pedro G. Romero y Albert Folch. Ya ha expuesto su obra en La Ciudadela con anterioridad (Pabellón de Mixtos, años 1998, 1999, 2000, 2002, 2004 y 2005), además de en otras ciudades como Estella, Vitoria o Bilbao.

The blessings of love

Botticelli, the Madona of the Pomegranite

Andei toda a manhã pelos pinhais com a Leah...ela muito contente, sempre a correr, bem à minha frente. Muitos pássaros a cantar ao nossso redor.
Almoçámos com os vizinhos, o Senhor Manuel num momento da conversa, disse : "- Gosto de pegar nas coisas que eram da minha mãe, porque falam-me dela..."

Penso nas bençãos do amor - uma vez vividas nunca mais são esquecidas. Podemos estar adiantados na idade, como o próprio Senhor Manuel, mas lembramo-nos sempre do amor e agarramo-nos a ele.
Sinto-me bem ao saber, que em todos os lugares daqui, mesmo nos mais pequenos ou mesmo onde não existe vivalma, as pessoas contruiram casas - casas para abrigar a imagem de uma jovem mãe, com o seu filho pequeno ao colo.
Sei que para outras pessoas, existem outras razões e essas casas têm outros usos, mas a mim conforta-me pensar que é o amor de uma mãe que sustenta tudo.


I've been walking all morning in the fields with Leah...she was very happy, always running well ahead of me. Many birds singing all around us.
During lunch with the neighbours, one of them, Senhor Manuel at one point, said : "- I like to hold my late mother things, they speak to me of her..."

I think in the blessings of love - once felt they're never forgotten, you can be well up in your years, like Senhor Manuel, but you remember love and you hold on to it.
It's nice to know that all around here, even in the smallest of villages, even where there's nobody, people built houses; houses just to keep the image of a young mother, holding her small son. Don't care what it means more, what other uses people give to it, just want to think that it's the love of a mother that sustains it all.

(I'm sorry for my particular english,it is bad, I know, I'm just trying to reach out, touch more of you or trying to...)

Luís Manuel

O Luís Manuel tinha o Nice Pair dos Pink Floyd e o primeiro dos Santana. Foi o primeiro de nós a ter matracas (e o único também, se descontarmos o Júnior...), também de nós foi o único a ter uma fase maoista, bom isto se descontarmos o Júnior, que começo a achar agora, se calhar ao tempo,seguia o Luís um bocado - também foram os dois primeiros a usar os jeans bem justos até ao joelho e depois bem largos a partir daí...sonhávamos em ser rock stars, quer dizer pilotos de fórmula 1, jogadores de futebol (isso mais eu), engenheiros, generais...
Tínhamos o mundo inteiro ao nosso alcance, ali naquela casa do quintal da avó do Óscar, enquanto o país ardia nos Verões quentes de 1974 e 1975, nós discutiamos tudo e experimentávamos connosco próprios - aprendíamos as aventuras dos sentimentos.
Na versão final, a "Casinha" tinha a sala vermelha, onde estava o gira discos, a sala de entrada onde dominava a cara do Hendrix, em alto contraste a negro sobre fundo café e finalmente a sala negra, onde numa parede o José João tinha reproduzido a capa do Dark side of the Moon. Quando chegaram os fumos e outros vícios, muitos cobiçaram o nosso refúgio e a "Casinha" acabou.
Depois disso o Luís foi outra vez o primeiro a casar, o primeiro a divorciar-se e atravessou noites nas quais mais nenhum de nós se atreveu. Ás vezes estivemos perto como era certo, outras estivemos distantes, por ignorância e esquecimento.
Também com a morte, o Luís Manuel foi destinado a ser o primeiro, não lhe foi nada fácil e se alguém tivesse dúvidas, a morte mostrou a sua verdadeira face : ela é a prova final e joga sempre com as suas próprias regras, não podes negociar com ela ou sequer tentar iludi-la.

entre o céu e o mar/between sky and sea

Patrias

"A minha Pátria é o meu frigorífico!"*

"My fatherland is my fridge!"

"Ma patrie c'est mon frigo!"

*atribuido a Paulo Nozolino