Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.
” I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..
Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite! ”
“Ocean waves, self willed waves, whether at rest or play, how full you are of wondrous life! Laughing in the sun, tossing back the sky’s reflection, heaving, throwing breakers at the world, in your watery wild wilderness, I find your quiet whisper sweet, caressing, love-filled; your restless murmuring I hear, your prescient moans. In the wild element, gloomy or glad, in your quiet, blue night, guard the secret you have taken. Not a treasured ring-gift, did I drop into your swell. Not a precious stone, did I bury in your deeps. No, at a fateful moment, lured by mysterious delight, all my soul, my living soul, I buried on your bed. ” Ivan Aizazovsky
The mysteries and depths of Aivazovsky’s soul…. as wide and as encompassing as the vast ocean he so much loved and admired.
The passage of the Jews, Ivan Aivazovsky.
Yesterday I was at the Guggenheim Bilbao experiencing Richard Serra’s Exhibition The matter of Time. The forms are strong and imposing, allowing us to feel and experience space in a new way. What was unexpected, to me, is the way the forms are delicate and subtil, despite their rough appearance.
Serra discovered what is now known as his sculptural language, when, one day, he got annoyed with his own creations ( which at the time consisted mainly of abstract paintings) and threw them all away, burning them to ashes by a river. It was his way of setting himself free (free from pre-conceptions, judgments, expectations and many other conditions). From then on he began to ‘play’ with forms in space.
” I think if you want to make art, at some point you have to suspend judgment, and you have to involve yourself with play and not worry about the outcome.” Richard Serra
There is so much strength in vulnerability, so much magic in spontaneous laughter and so much beauty in surrender. There is a dignified nobility in an open heart, an endless courage in just letting feelings take over, a boundless bravery in connecting deeply and there is a real humanity in just giving… freely. Everything else is just a form of fear… masked by layers of control and covered by reasonings and certitudes. (How true that quote really is: ” the opposite of love is not hate, it is fear. “). I don’t know about you, but I choose fearlessness. Always.
Existe tanta força na vulnerabilidade, imensa magia em gargalhadas espontâneas e uma abundância de beleza na abertura do ser. Num coração aberto predomina uma dignidade nobre, no deixar fluir de sentimentos e emoções uma infinita coragem, uma bravura ilimitada em criar ligações profundas e uma verdadeira humanidade em apenas dar… livremente. Todo o resto é apenas uma forma de medo… disfarçado em camadas de controlo e coberto por racionalidades e certezas. (Quão verdadeira é aquela citação: ” o oposto do amor não é o ódio, é o medo.”). Não sei no que respeita a ti, mas eu escolho a audácia… eu escolho deixar o medo num canto e ser destemida! Sempre!
Just finished reading this little book: Big Magic, by Elizabeth Gilbert . I found it adorable. It is not very scientific or theoretically grounded, but merely an intuitive understanding of creation and what we as creators should understand. The process of creativity itself is overlooked, and sometimes I found too many examples of personal stories…… but apart from that I found it delightful. It is All about moving beyond our own fears and insecurities and just doing it, whatever it may be.
“The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them.”
“Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”
“A creative life is an amplified life. It’s a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life. Living in this manner—continually and stubbornly bringing forth the jewels that are hidden within you—is a fine art, in and of itself.”
‘’ Thats the thing with love… When it shows up at your doorstep you have to be all in. There are no in betweens. There can’t ever be any lingerings, doubts or half devotions, other wise the flame that was just beginning to emerge quivers and dies before it has even begun. ‘’
‘’ O amor é assim… Quando bate á porta tens que te entregar totalmente. Não existem meios termos. Não podem haver lentidões prolongadas, dúvidas ou meias devoções, senão a chama que começava a emergir treme e morre antes de verdadeiramente começar. ‘’
Extract from a soon to be novel.
What is this thing we call love ? It hits us when we least expect it, it compels us to do the most unimaginable things, it is the root of all creativity and all true inspiration, it is mysterious, illusive, so intangible and undefinable it is can only really be captured by the arts. Wether in a painting, in music, in a poem or in a sculptural form, they all manage to portray what we cannot: a beautiful emotion that has roots as deep as the oldest tree and wings as broad and wide as the freest of birds. Love… I sigh…. I’ll let these two masters describe it.
” i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart). ”
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Pablo Neruda
The picture above was taken a couple of years ago at the Victoria and Albert Museum, in London.
Yesterday I went to see a couple of exhibitions at the new Museum in Lisbon entitle Museum of art, architecture and technology. I was particularly interested in one of the exhibitions, which was a crossing between the fields of art and architecture. However apart from two lovely pieces, the rest really didn’t do it for me. It was, for lack of a better expression, devoid of significance. There was no connection to the heart or to the soul at all. However, there was one photography exhibition that I loved, with some beautiful pictures of Japan. The exhibtion was entitled Archive and Democracy by José Maçãs de Carvalho. Bellow are some pictures of both.