art, Exhibitions

Richard Serra at the Guggenheim Bilbao

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 

Below are some pictures. 






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On my mind, thoughts, Uncategorized

Choosing Fearlessness.

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!

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books

Book: Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. 

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.” 

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poetry

A poem: A dream of love.

Couldn’t you hear me calling?

Awake in dreams, wandering free. 

I knew in my heart that it was true. 

That you were mine, and that I was yours. 

Just as the sun revolves in heaven,

As the dawn always breaks,

As the birds forever sing. 

So it is true that you are in me, 

And I am always in you. 

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Fiction

Thats the thing with love…

 

‘’ 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.

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On my mind

Love.

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)

                                                      i fear

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).  ”

            E.E. Cummings

 

“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. 

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art, Exhibitions

Exhibition: MAAT, Lisbon

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. 

The photography exhibtion: 

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