by the sea

todos os carros tinham um par de namorados, bom, como dizer, bem namorando e eu que tinha ida até à beira mar para fotografar o reflexo da lua na água, fotografei a primeira coisa que me apareceu e zarpei rápido...

it's not only about oil

final de tarde feliz

nascer de lua sobre Alhandra

connected

Eduardo Batarda
Nasceu em Coimbra, em 1943.
Vive e trabalha em Lisboa.

list

Eero Saarinen, list of Aline Bernstein’s good qualities, ca. 1954. Aline and Eero Saarinen papers, 1857–1972. Archives of American Art. Smithsonian Institution.

Eero Saarinen (1910–1961)
Finish-born architect Eero Saarinen, the designer of such structural icons as the TWA terminal at John F. Kennedy International Airport (1962) in New York and the Gateway Arch in St. Louis (1965), met his second wife, Aline, on January 28, 1953. Aline, then an art editor and critic at the New York Times, was writing an article on Saarinen’s new General Motors Technical Center (1955) in Warren, Michigan. They fell in love instantly. Saarinen, a great list maker, enumerated her positive traits.

Papoilas

Este ano as papoilas estão em força - sempre tive um fraco por papoilas, mesmo em miúdo já o tinha, penso que tenha a ver com o culto da seara, as papoilas sendo o sangue na seara, o belo no meio do útil.

tempos

No dia antes, duas nuvens baixas reflectiam o sol do fim do dia, enquadradando com simetria perfeita um grupo de árvores na outra margem. Hoje já não...
A fábrica parece sujar tudo, atirando o pó das suas entranhas para o céu, conspurcando a paisagem. A Terra trata de tudo, mas leva o seu tempo, o tempo das rochas e dos anéis nas árvores, um tempo que já perdemos.

seeds depicting stars

- Why do we sometimes feel about to fall ?
- Why do we feel like a shift happened in the world ?
Nobody seems to notice anything, so we take small gifts,
tree seeds, found fallen, in gardens, depicting stars,
you keep or give to the one you love.

Water fountains running at a distance, birds of paradise displaying lurid feathers.

Lisboa

visto aqui

found

For The Sake of Strangers
by Dorianne Laux

No matter what the grief, its weight,
we are obliged to carry it.
We rise and gather momentum, the dull strength
that pushes us through crowds.
And then the young boy gives me directions
so avidly. A woman holds the glass door open,
waits patiently for my empty body to pass through.
All day it continues, each kindness
reaching toward another - a stranger
singing to no one as I pass on the path, trees
offering their blossoms, a retarded child
who lifts his almond eyes and smiles.
Somehow they always find me, seem even
to be waiting, determined to keep me
as it must have once called to them -
this temptation to step off the edge
and fall weightless, away from the world.

Sardine sadness

Goya's Burial of the Sardine


'Dear sardine,' wail the locals. 'Why have you left us, the poor orphans?'

ravens

Ravens by photographer Masahisa Fukase

stillness

The Bowl of Milk circa 1919
Le Bol de lait

Sunrise

Norham Castle, Sunrise circa 1845

wandering

I love thee with the passion put to use

Sonnets from the Portuguese, XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right,

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith;

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, – I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Blue and Gold

James Abbot Mcneill Whistler
Nocturne: Blue and Gold - Old Battersea Bridge 1872
© Tate

interesting read here

more blue and silver

James Abbot Mcneill Whistler
Nocturne: Blue and Silver - Chelsea 1871
© Tate

Blue and Silver

James Abbott McNeill Whistler
Nocturne: Blue and Silver - Cremorne Lights 1872
© Tate
Oil on canvas
50.2x74.3cm

Gist

gist


Main Entry: gist
Pronunciation: \ˈjist\
Function: noun
Etymology: Anglo-French, it lies, from gisir to lie, ultimately from Latin jacēre — more at adjacent
Date: circa 1711
1 : the ground of a legal action
2 : the main point or part : essence

Tejo

Li a anedota sobre o grande guru, que escolheu viver num sitio inóspito,
apesar da distância as pessoas faziam uma longa fila para falar com ele,
Chegados à fala, ele dizia a todos : “- A vida é um rio.”

Todos os dias vejo o Tejo, todos os dias o sinto perto
É uma necessidade minha, manter esta relação vital
Com esta grande massa fluída, imparável, imperturbável, presente.

Hoje correm muitas nuvens pelo céu,
Enchem o rio de manchas, zonas de claro e escuro,
Lagos de luz intensa, onde brilham incontáveis diamantes.

- E se a vida não for um rio ? Se a vida for outra coisa, diversa
deste cenário grande, deste ser pequeno perante tudo o que nos contempla,
de fora, para lá da margem.

viva a sardinha

Huge

Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
Perseus and Andromeda, c.1730
Frick Collection, New York, USA

simple

estava quente e bom lá fora...cá dentro procuramos o fresco, protegemos as janelas com cortinas , que cerramos.

To My Wife

J. V. Cunningham: To My Wife

And does the heart grow old? You know
In the indiscriminate green
Of summer or in earliest snow
A landscape is another scene,

Inchoate and anonymous,
And every rock and bush and drift
As our affections alter us
Will alter with the season’s shift.

So love by love we come at last,
As through the exclusions of a rhyme,
Or the exactions of a past,
To the simplicity of time,

The antiquity of grace, where yet
We live in terror and delight
With love as quiet as regret
And love like anger in the night.