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.
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.
” Angels bend down their wings to a seeker of knowledge.” Morrocan Proverb
Picture above taken in Marrakech a couple of days ago.
The title reads: Dreamers cannot be tamed ..
” All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” T.E. Lawrence
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.
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
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
The Latin expression Amor Fati can be understood as the Love of Fate, or the Love of one’s own fate. A beautiful way to look at life, but more importantly, a necessary one. Although we all do it sometimes, It is foolish of us to want only some parts of life. Either we love our fate, (and understand that there might be some thorns so that we can get the rose), or we don’t. If we don’t (accept, love, surrender with a smile)… well then we choose Comfort and we deny our Fate’s altogether. For if Comfort was what we came for, there would be no point on living at all. So today, and every other day, I have been trying to love my fate even more…. I have been trying to love the narrow alleys where I sometimes get lost in, the nights without the moon and the stars, and the storms that remove me from my still journey. I have been trying to love it all… Crossing, continuing, subsiding and never ever resenting, complaining or surrendering. Amor Fati it is!
” Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.” Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Sometimes, it is so important to just let go…. letting go of all the things that no longer fit into who we are becoming, of things that are not right anymore. It might be difficult, at times, some things just take time to die, but it is oh so necessary. Without it there is no growth. May the bridges we burn light the way…
Just finished reading this little beauty. I didn’t love it…. But here are some quotes I liked:
” When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything?”
” Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
” Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.”
So true. We make them up as we create….. through words, poems, or paintings… and the heart, just feels it all.