” There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. ” William Shakespeare, Hamlet
We leave fragments of our souls everywhere we go. In the people we meet along the way, in the smiles we scatter like fairy dust and in the cobbled stones we lightly tread. Those fragments are Imprinted forever in the hands of time; they are carved like marble in the dissolute fabrics of space, they are pressed like diamonds in the spirits of those who ventured to feel and there they live long after we are gone. Just as we carry those places and hearts with us, as memories and dreams, so too, they still carry us. We keep it all alive, as beauty and magic, pulsating within our veins.
This art installation, named Le miroir de l’eau, placed across from Place de la Bourse and designed by landscape artist Michel Corajoud is composed of about 2 cm of water which alternates in depth and rhythm, creating beautiful reflections of the heavens, the architecture and the children whom run around as if they are walking on clouds. I’m pretty sure the pictures on my Leica are muchhhh better… when I get home.
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
It’s fine letting things be, letting it all flutter with the air, and choosing to let the universe take its course. Of course it’s easier and probably wiser, but sometimes, it simply is not enough. Sometimes, we simply have to dare to be bolder and claim what is to be ours, even if it goes against all the odds, even if it questions everything that is already established and even if it will make the whole world turn upside down and readjust it’s course of action. It doesn’t matter, because sometimes, if the secret whispers that come with the moon are louder than anything else, we simply just have to rol up our sleeves, leave our Buddha Mountains for a while and just do whatever it may take to make it ours.
It is a mistake to create assumptions about the world, when in fact…. we know nothing about it. It is a horrible misfortune to kill off what makes us human, and forget about the only thing that matters. It is the curse of darkness, their only weapon of destruction, in the war against the light. Ahhh but light… light… for the waking dreamers light always wins. It wins because light is love and love is the most powerful force of both earth and heaven.