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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inspiration

Inspiration: Robert Frost

Yesterday I was looking into some Robert Frost quotes. Here were some of my favorites on poetry and life.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Don’t ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

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On my mind

Egyptian wisdom.

Just found this: 

” Growth in consciousness doesn’t depend on the will of the intellect or its possibilities but on the intensity of the inner urge.” Ancient Egyptian Proverb

Isn’t it incredible how these words were carved into the Egyptian tombs?! And how they are completely timeless and still incredibly accurate today?!

The soul really does have a profound universality that we do not understand. 

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Mood: this perfect extract 

Fell in love with this little extract. It’s just so incredibly perfect…… 

” He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills? One kiss, and that was all. Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes. They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it. She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to get into the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there. From time to time Marius’ knee touched Cosette’s. A touch that thrilled.At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, their ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girl’s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other. When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and asked him: “What is your name?”My name is Marius,” he said. “And yours?”My name is Cosette.” 
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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On my mind, thoughts

Something to remember. 

I found this quote yesterday… as I wandered the web in search of something intangible I suppose. It echoed, deep inside me. It is not only something I deeply believe to be true, but also, that should never be forgotten. 

 ” Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other. Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes direction.” Paulo Coelho

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