Friday, August 14, 2009

Summer leaf



I wanted a picture to summarize Summer,
a picture that said : - Come, everything is ripe.

Queria uma fotografia, que resumisse o Verão
uma fotografia que dissesse : - Vem, está tudo maduro.


(Hope this one gives a clue)
(Espero que esta seja uma aproximação)

So you say




So You Say by Mark Strand

It is all in the mind, you say, and has
nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold,
the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world.
You take my arm and say something will happen,
something unusual for which we were always prepared,
like the sun arriving after a day in Asia,
like the moon departing after a night with us.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

mais seres alados...

Seres alados








Graciela Iturbide,

Grande fotógrafa mexicana.

Art in context




This interests me, click here please

Art pieces used to be comissioned to a specific place or function, usually not anymore, pieces are made to be seen in Museums and art galeries in very diferent contexts. Are we losing something ? Probably yes...

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Refuge



Artist/Maker
David Pell Secor (ca. 1824–1909)

Title/ObjectName
A Refuge from the Storm (Shadow from the Heat)

Medium
Pen and India ink on Bristol board

Dimensions
14 x 10 15/16 in. (35.6 x 27.8 cm)

Love city

Irony

I remember seing a Dubuffet exhibition and thinking, how he must have become fed up with what people expected from his art and then when he get really old, how he released himself of everything and fell in love with colour again, just like if he was a child again and starting over...








With his ironically cheerful imagery, Dubuffet lyricizes the material element, the small, neglected things of everyday life, the simple living of people, animals and nature.Thus, his paintings, in a way completely different from the later pop art artists who admired him, depict what is trivial. His art does not deride what is ordinary, but rather shapes the hidden poetry of everyday things into multifaceted image-compositions with multiple meanings.

The characteristic alternation in Jean Dubuffet’s painting between reality and dream, outer and inner experience, the ambiguity of his subjects corresponds to the position of this highly individual art situated between abstraction and representation.

everyday life



Some people, no matter their age, just look straight out of an old photo.
Other people you have to recheck them, because they seem oddly familiar, do I know you ? You ask with your glance...

One day you miss your morning train and a life changing event takes place. Your life changes, the event is not particularly aimed at you. But your life will never be the same.

You have one plot of land and you know everything that grows in there, every year you tend it, every year it rewards you. Not everything is bad, you leave your sweat there, sometimes you’re sick and tired, but when you pour the olive oil on your potatoes it feels like heaven and it’s worth everything.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009




"Into the inferno
Julian Loose

However prepared you are, the first time you descend into the Tokyo subway during the morning rush hour, it's still a shock. There's nothing frantic, disorderly or impolite when it comes to boarding a train. But the number of people stoically squeezing into each carriage is extraordinary: it's not a question of finding somewhere to stand where you won't step on your neighbours, you are simply thrust up against a flexible wall of silent, smartly dressed, odourless humanity.

Claustrophobic, certainly, but in the event it's an oddly comforting sensation. No one complains or sticks out an awkward elbow; everyone is accommodated, the doors slide shut, the train moves off. Before long, eyes closed, you, too, are drifting off to sleep, securely wedged upright within this rocking cradle - at least until the next stop. It is a very Japanese moment.

The notion that deliberate harm could befall anyone cocooned on such a train is profoundly disturbing. But on the morning of Monday 20 March 1995, five senior members of the Aum Shinrikyo cult board different trains, drop plastic bags to the floor and puncture them with the sharpened tips of their umbrellas. They leave. People in the carriage start to cough. Leaking out of the bags is sarin - the nerve gas that was invented by Nazi scientists and later used by Iraq against Iran and the Kurds. A drop of sarin the size of a pinhead is sufficient to kill a person: within a matter of hours, 12 Tokyo commuters and subway staff will be dead, and another 5,000 will be less seriously affected. "

Been reading this while comuting between home and work, a bit of masochism, I think, but at the same time being a fan of Murakami's, I think this is a decisive book to really understand his work.

Flow into me




Peace

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.

Sara Teasdale

every rose is a miracle


Rosa Lapinha

Here in Portugal the miracle of the roses is attributed to our queen St. Isabel...

Aqui em Portugal a lenda atribui o milagre das rosas à rainha St. Isabel...

"The miracle of the roses is a Catholic miracle in which roses announce the presence or activity of God. Such a miracle is presented in various hagiographies and legends in different forms, and it occurs in connection with diverse characters such as St. Elisabeth of Hungary (1207-1231), St. Elizabeth of Portugal (1271-1336), and Our Lady of Guadalupe (appeared in 1531).

A symbol of love already in Greek and Roman literature, in the Middle Ages the rose became endowed with Christian symbolism. By the twelfth century, it has come to stand for the pleasures of the Garden of Eden and becomes associated with the Virgin Mary in her dual role as bride and mother; signaling the multivalence of Christian symbolism, the red rose by this time signifies the sorrow of Christ's passion, and martyrdom in general. It is in this period, the High Middle Ages, that the miracle of the rose appears in its different permutations, often as a female symbol, either because of the presence of the Virgin Mary or because the roses appear in the hands of a woman."

from the Wikipedia

Monday, August 10, 2009

St. Casilda de Toledo





- Roses, sire, they're only roses...

- São rosas, Senhor...

Life

love is an ocean...

Agony/ecstasy



"Teresa de Cepeda y Ahumada was born in 1515 in Gotarrendura, in the province of Ávila, Spain. Her paternal grandfather, Juan de Toledo, was a Jewish convert to Christianity and was condemned by the Spanish Inquisition for allegedly returning to the Jewish faith. Her father, Alonso Sánchez de Cepeda, bought a knighthood and successfully assimilated into Christian society. Teresa's mother, Beatriz, was especially keen to raise her daughter as a pious Christian. Teresa was fascinated by accounts of the lives of the saints, and ran away from home at age seven with her brother Rodrigo to find martyrdom among the Moors. Her uncle stopped them as he was returning to the city and spotted the two outside the city walls.

Leaving her father's home secretly at the age of 20, Teresa entered the convent of the Incarnation of the Carmelites outside Ávila. In the cloister, she suffered greatly from illness. Early in her sickness, she experienced periods of religious ecstasy through the use of the devotional book "Tercer abecedario espiritual," translated as the Third Spiritual Alphabet (published in 1527 and written by Francisco de Osuna). This work, following the example of similar writings of medieval mystics, consisted of directions for examinations of conscience and for spiritual self-concentration and inner contemplation (known in mystical nomenclature as oratio recollectionis or oratio mentalis). She also employed other mystical ascetic works such as the Tractatus de oratione et meditatione of Saint Peter of Alcantara, and perhaps many of those upon which Saint Ignatius of Loyola based his Spiritual Exercises and possibly the Spiritual Exercises themselves.


The Ecstasy of St Teresa in the basilica Santa Maria della Vittoria in Rome. By an Italian baroque artist, Gianlorenzo Bernini.She claimed that during her illness she rose from the lowest stage, "recollection", to the "devotions of silence" or even to the "devotions of ecstasy", which was one of perfect union with God. During this final stage, she said she frequently experienced a rich "blessing of tears." As the Catholic distinction between mortal and venial sin became clear to her, she says she came to understand the awful terror of sin and the inherent nature of original sin. She also became conscious of her own natural impotence in confronting sin, and the necessity of absolute subjection to God.

Around 1556, various friends suggested that her newfound knowledge was diabolical, not divine. She began to inflict various tortures and mortifications of the flesh upon herself. But her confessor, the Jesuit Saint Francis Borgia, reassured her of the divine inspiration of her thoughts. On St. Peter's Day in 1559, Teresa became firmly convinced that Jesus Christ presented himself to her in bodily form, though invisible. These visions of Jesus Christ lasted almost uninterrupted for more than two years. In another vision, a seraph drove the fiery point of a golden lance repeatedly through her heart, causing an ineffable spiritual-bodily pain.

“ I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it... ”

Secular writers, such as Dan Brown, have described Teresa's description of events as a metaphor for sexual intercourse; the poster art for Theresa: The Body of Christ, a 2007 film by Ray Loriga, exemplifies this sexual interpretation. This vision was the inspiration for one of Bernini's most famous works, the Ecstasy of St Theresa at Santa Maria della Vittoria in Rome, which some art critics viewed as showing an erotic encounter.

The memory of this episode served as an inspiration throughout the rest of her life, and motivated her life-long imitation of the life and suffering of Jesus, epitomized in the motto usually associated with her: Lord, either let me suffer or let me die."
from the Wikipedia

Here in Portugal, it isn't usual to say that somebody died of cancer or even that somebody has cancer, instead we say something like : "X" has died of a long running disease or "Y" has a bad disease...and everybody would know that we are really talking about cancer.
So in a way the cancerous individual, has to live with an enemy he can't name. Like if its disease has some element of personal and social macula he has to hide.

Aqui em Portugal, os media dizem sempre que alguém morreu de doença prolongada e toda a gente sabe que foi de cancro. As pessoas entre elas, também raramente dizem cancro, dizem fulano morreu de ou fulano tem, uma doença má.
De alguma forma aos doentes de cancro é-lhes negado o direito de nomearem o seu inimigo. Como se a sua doença, para além do sofrimento fisico, implicasse também uma carga de opróbio moral e social.