Magie si Delir

Vernisaj de Arta Contemporana

2010-09-22T12:11:00.009+01:00

O Imagine în loc de Titlu

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Pictură Figurativă în România, 1970-2010

Centrul pentru cultură contemporană Club Electro Putere din Craiova anunţă deschiderea a două evenimente de artă contemporană şi vă invită vineri 1 octombrie 2010, ora 18.00, la sediul din Calea Bucureşti nr. 56, pentru a participa la vernisajul expoziţiilor,

O Imagine în loc de Titlu

(artişti: Mircea Cantor, Anca Munteanu Rîmnic, Ciprian Mureşan, Ioana Nemeş, Miklos Onucsan, Cristian Rusu, Serge Spitzer, curator: Mihnea Mircan) şi

Pictură Figurativă în România, 1970-2010

(artişti: Ioana Bătrânu, Corneliu Brudaşcu, Sorin Câmpan, Constantin Flondor, Adrian Ghenie, Gheorghe Ilea, Victor Man, Gili Mocanu, Şerban Savu, curator: Mihai Pop)

Proiectul O imagine în loc de titlu invocă fragmente de istorie culturală ori socială care stau la baza trecutului recent , el conturează o arhivă în care imaginile îşi constituie propriul index. Lucrările aduse împreună în această expoziţie ocupă un loc al privirii şi interpretării oblice, al aşteptăriilor melancolice.

Pictura Figurativă în Romania, 1970-2010 prezintă o selecţie a picturii figurative din România ultimilor 40 de ani. Expoziţia include artişti care s-au remarcat de-a lungul timpului prin angajamentul lor pentru mediul picturii. Pictura lor descrie deseori tranziţia socială cu focus pe ambiguitatea istoriei recente.

Expoziţiile O imagine in loc de Titlu şi Pictura Figurativa in Romania, 1970-2010 fac parte din proiectul Romanian Cultural Resolution produs de către Centrul pentru cultură contemporană Club Electro Putere din Craiova în colaborare cu Institutul Cultural Român din Berlin, şi prezentat în Werkschau Spinnerei din Leipzig în perioada 1 mai - 1 iunie 2010. Romanian Cultural Resolution cuprinde patru proiecte curatoriale semnate de Adrian Bojenoiu, Mihnea Mircan, Mihai Pop şi Magda Radu.

„Romanian Cultural Resolution” este considerat a fi cel mai amplu eveniment de arta contemporana românească produs în străinătate şi în acelaşi timp o premieră pentru spaţiul cultural craiovean . Deschiderea evenimentului la Leipzig a înregistrat un număr record de vizitatori: 17 000 mii în primele două zile de deschidere.

Return to Goa Festival12-15 August*

2010-08-07T20:28:00.011+01:00

Goa trance is essentialy 'trance dance' music, the original goal being to assist the dancers in experiencing a collective state of bodily transcendence, similar to that of ancient shamanic dancing ritual, trough hypnotic, pulsing melodies and rhithms.

Everything is Now.

And Now reborns, regenerates, reinvents itself, constantly changing. Everything starts to happen.

By everything, into everything, the awakening and spiritual blossoming of more and more people can only point out to be the Beginning.

The Beginning of Returning Home.

It can be energy, brightness, dancing, fire, thunders, truth, unity, joy, gratitude, or all these seamlessly twining in an endless Cosmic Game. Scattered all over, dripping streams of thoughts, we slide into every bit of our ultimate conciousness.

Born by all, we Return to All. Joined in poetry, running and clothing the Elizee fields with our steps of lightening, under the Spirits protection, we reach the infinity.

Shiva has start to dance again, the Universe's symphony gathers the remaining sparks in a wisp, while Aurora Borealis unfolds the sky so we can hear the mind of God. The primordial timewave of which we become more and more aware, flowing into oneness, constantly reminds us we can jump off that boat overcrowded with characters not sharing the same universal path to to trhuth and finally just going with the flow, free and unconditionally. We can stop and float into nothingness, letting go the social patterns, mental wiring leading to foreign plugs, dancing so light on feet that we become the dance itself.

Being all joy!

Music is a passage to our wildest dreams. Music is active meditation. Connecting through all of our senses, we imagine so vividly that we can even step among mind-molded earthbounds. Bending to expand the nature of our perceptions, sound, in every shape of it, is the colour into we submerge different thoughts for painting the infinite realms of our soul. And we sure can imagine, we, sailors of the mind and spirit, the mountain vistas, they are a real proof of that, flowers scent, flaming coloured skies, mouthwatering fruits, Unicorns, Nymphs, our wonderful Human vehicles, dwelling in each other's smile, eye cuddling, always unveiling new feelings, blank moments floating in a blue haze.

We create because we love. We love what we create.

Happy we can forget that, and we forget just so we can choose again.

Sending Unity and Love through Hyperspace, for all the Extraterrestrial and Ultraterrestrial forms of life, Pleiadiens, Andromedans, Zetas, praising the rebirth of the Sun and Gaia's 435 Mhz Child.

Joy!

This Event is Animal friendly! Your pets are welcomed.

Celebrate the nature together by respecting it as you respect youself!

* You are Nature *

For full detailed info's, please visit the site of event http://mfgtribe.com/

inbetween

2010-05-17T20:44:00.018+01:00

~ There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie. Gradually white fingers creep through the curtains, and they appear to tremble. In black fantastic shapes, dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there. Outside, there is the stirring of birds among the leaves, or the sound of men going forth to their work, or the sigh and sob of the wind coming down from the hills and wandering round the silent house, as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave. Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. The wan mirrors get back their mimic life. The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often. Nothing seems to us changed. Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain. ~

Notre Dame - structural

2010-03-24T17:04:00.025Z

***

2010-03-07T07:50:00.001Z

kindness to all living creatures

2010-02-27T11:52:00.002Z

...only in India!!

laurinda..

2010-01-25T11:13:00.028Z

jardim botanico

2010-01-16T12:13:00.037Z

Şi dacă... - in memoriam

2010-01-15T18:47:00.008Z

Şi dacă ramuri bat în geam

Şi se cutremur plopii,

E ca în minte să te am

Şi-ncet să te apropii.

Şi dacă stele bat în lac

Adâncu-i luminându-l,

E ca durerea mea s-o-mpac

Înseninându-mi gândul.

Şi dacă norii deşi se duc

De iese-n luciu luna,

E ca aminte să-mi aduc

De tine-ntotdeauna.

Universo Paralello

2010-01-12T00:33:00.123Z

soapte demonice

2009-12-18T10:41:00.006Z

Sfarsitul a venit fara de veste.
Esti fericita? Vad ca porti inel.
Am inteles. Voi trage dunga peste
Nadejdea inutila. Fa la fel.
Nici un cuvant. Nu-mi spune ca-i o forma,
Cunosc insemnatatea ei deplin.
Stiu, voi aveti in viata alta norma,
Eu insa-n fata normei nu ma-nchin.
Nu te mai cant in versuri niciodata,
In drumul tau mai mult nu am sa ies,
Nu-ti fac reprosuri, nu esti vinovata
Si n-am sa spun ca nu m-ai inteles.
A fost desigur numai o greseala,
Putea sa fie mult, nimic n-a fost.
In vesnicia mea de plictiseala
Tot nu-mi inchipui ca puneai un rost.
Si totusi, totusi, cateva atingeri
Au fost de-ajuns sa-mi deie ameteli,
Vadeam vazduhul fluturand de ingeri,
Lumina-n seara mea de indoieli.
Cand degete de Midas am pus magic
Pe frageda fiinta ta de lut,
Suna in mine murmurul pelagic
Al sfintelor creatii de-nceput.
Vedeam cum peste vremuri se inalta
Statuia ta de aur greu, masiv,
Cum serioase veacuri se descalta
Si-ngenuncheate randuri submisiv
La soclul tau dumnezeisc asteapta
Sa le intinzi un zambet linistit
Spre sarutare adorata dreapta,
‘Nainte de-a se sterge-n infinit.
O, de-am fi stat alaturi doar o ora,
Ai fi ramas in auriul vis
Ca o eterna, roza, aurora
De ne-nteles, de nedescris.
Ireversibil s-a-ncheiat povestea
Si nici nu stiu de ai sa mai citesti
Din intamplare randurile-acestea
In care-as vrea sa fii ce nu mai esti.
N-am sa strivesc eu visul sub picioare,
N-am sa patez cu vorbe ce mi-i drag.
As fi putut sa spun : « Esti ca oricare” ...
Dar nu vreau in noroaie sa ma bag.
De-ar fi mocirla-n jurul tau cat haul,
Tu vei ramane nufarul de nea
Ce-l oglindeste beat de pofte taul,
Ce-l tine candid amintirea mea.
Vei fi acolo vesnic ne-ntinata,
Te voi iubi mereu fara cuvant,
Si lumea n-o sa stie niciodata
De ce nu pot mai mult femei sa cant.
Acolo, sub lumina de mister,
Scaldata-n apa visurilor lina,
Vei sta iubita ca-ntr-un colt de cer
O stea de seara blanda si senina.
Si cand viata va fi rea cu tine,
Cand au sa te improaste cu noroi,
Tu fugi in lumea visului la mine,
Vom fi atuncea singuri amandoi.
Cu lacrimi voi spala eu orice pata,
Cu versuri nemai scrise te magai.
In dulcea lor cadenta leganata,
Te vei simti ca-n visul cel dintai.
Iar de va fi (cum simt mereu de-o vreme)
Sa plec de-aicea de la voi curand,
Cand glasul tau vreodat-o sa ma cheme,
Voi reveni la tine din mormant.
Si dac-ar fi sa nu se poata trece
Pe veci pecetluitele hotare
M-as zbate-ngrozitor in tarna rece,
Plangand in noaptea mare, tot mai mare.

ground luminosity

2009-12-10T19:19:00.022Z

culori..

2009-12-04T00:09:00.007Z

Simturile noastre au intotdeauna cel putin doua niveluri: nimicurile si mesajul.
Viata este o masca prin intermediul careia se exprima universul. Omenirea impreuna cu toate formele de viata care o inconjoara, constituie o comunitate naturala si destinul intregii vieti se joaca in destinul individului.
Nu exista nici un mister in viata umana. Nu-i nici o problema care trebuie rezolvata, ci o realitate ce trebuie traita.
Viitorul trebuie sa ramana incert, si asa se si cuvine, caci el este panza pe care pictam dorintele noastre. Astfel, intotdeauna, infruntam o minunata panza goala. Nu posedam decat acest moment in care sa ne consacram permanent sacrei prezente pe care-o impartasim si-o cream.

Azi m-am reintors la panza mea cea minunata..

The Eternal Now

2009-12-02T19:12:00.004Z

All the happiness and fulfillment that humans yearn for exist in the present moment. In the now, time ceases to exist and we experience a presence that is all-absorbing, completely at peace, and totally satisfying.

Nothing could be closer than the present, yet nothing slips away faster. In an instant our mind can carry us far away into memories of the past or fantasies about the future. Or we may get caught up in a race against the clock, feeling like there’s never enough time. We say things like “Time is flying,” “Time is running out,” or “There are never enough hours in the day.”

We somehow forget that we can choose whether to make time an enemy or an ally. We can shift from time-bound awareness into timeless awareness . . . to the ecstasy that can only be found in the present moment. If you want to have all the time in the world, you can train yourself through the following simple practices:

Dive into the source of awareness. The most effective way to live in the flow of the timeless is meditation. As you meditate, your consciousness becomes awake within itself. With a regular meditation practice, the silent witness within saturates and illuminates the mind so that it doesn't look to the past or the future for fulfillment. It experiences peace and freedom within itself in every moment.

Practice paying attention. Throughout your day, when you notice that your thoughts have drifted away, come back to where you are. You’ll instantly see why you drifted away, whether because you were bored, anxious, dwelling on the past, or anticipating the future. Don’t judge yourself; simply return your attention to what’s in front of you right now.

Feel the sensations in your body. While the mind lives in the past and the future, the body lives in the now. Connecting to the feelings in your body brings you back into present-moment awareness.

Our thoughts are always pulling us into the future or the past, away from the present. But it is in the present moment that we find Spirit, our essential being and the force that animates all life. By connecting with the present we turn our attention inward, away from all the chaos and activity, and experience our eternal, unbounded nature.

Love!

Let's Do It Romania!

2009-11-24T00:04:00.008Z

Cu ceva timp in urma am vazut un videoclip in care o micuta tara din Europa a decis sa isi curete mizeriile din ograda, mai exact peste 10.000 de tone de gunoi..si nu asa oricum, ci intr'o singura zi! Partea frumoasa e ca le'a mers schema..e vorba despre Estonia...imediat m'am gandit de ce nu am face si noi la fel, stiind in acelasi timp ca mai erau si altii care rezonau cu gandul asta dupa vizionarea filmuletului in cauza..am avut si o mica conferinta pe mess cu lumea sa vad ceva reactii si m'a bucurat sa descopar multi activisti "green" in lista mea...intre timp mi'am reluat surfingul de zi cu zi p'ale vietii valuri valurite, asezand ideea estonienilor pe o cuta neteda pentru cand va fi momentul ei...si iacata ca ieri o primesc in varianta ei romaneasca aproape concreta:

http://www.letsdoitromania.ro/

..aproape concreta pentru ca mai are nevoie de ceva sa devina realitate: de NOI! de tine, de mine si de toti cei care inca mai au respect pentru planeta asta care ne sustine si ne hraneste, de cei care inca mai pot dovedi ca nu suntem doar paraziti care consuma si distrug, ci fiinte care vor sa construiasca o lectie de respect si bun simt!!

..si stiu ca sunt multi romani care pot da dovada de mult respect, bun simt si dornici sa construiasca alte valori in societatea noastra...TU esti printre ei?

Earth Song

2009-11-17T14:46:00.003Z

Listen to things more often than beings.
Hear the voice of the fire, hear the voice of the water,
Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush:
This is the ancestors breathing.
Those who are dead are never gone;
The dead are not down in the earth:
They are in the trembling of the trees,
In the groaning of the woods,
In the water that runs, in the water that sleeps,
They are in the hut, they are in the crowd.
Those who are dead are not ever gone;
They are in the woman's breast, they are in the wailing of a child,
They are in the burning log and in the moaning rock.
They are in the weeping grasses, in the forest and the home.
Listen to things more often than beings.
Hear the voice of fire, hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush.
This is the ancestors breathing.

povesti apuse..

2009-11-12T14:30:00.017Z

locuri sacre

2009-11-11T12:02:00.014Z

Tibet in exil..

2009-11-10T20:01:00.046Z

Suflete tibetane

2009-11-10T18:05:00.029Z

India

2009-11-08T17:49:00.015Z

old school

2009-10-04T18:22:00.005+01:00

subliminal messages

2009-10-03T12:05:00.012+01:00

it's time to communicate. time to think. time to do for all noosphere travelers. indigo generation. prophets and their helpers. for all mind opened peoples. and people who are ready. time has come to say. the black days of humanity are close to the finish. now is the time to prepare. communicate. listen the air. follow the signs. go to the light...it's the only right way.

today's thought

2009-09-27T15:13:00.003+01:00

What a joy it is to be alive, and I wonder if I'll ever leap inward to the root of this flesh and know myself as once I was.
The root is there.
Whether any act of mine can find it, that remains tangled in the future. But all things a man can do are mine.
Any act of mine may do it.

Unexpected

2009-09-26T12:03:00.013+01:00

by Steven Meisel

Stratford-upon-Avon

2009-09-21T16:14:00.023+01:00

red crib

2009-09-19T11:57:00.024+01:00

gorey

2009-09-14T15:11:00.003+01:00

elfish orc..

2009-09-11T17:13:00.001+01:00

Brighton

2009-09-10T18:04:00.016+01:00

on the road..

2009-09-09T18:32:00.014+01:00

Anna Piaggi - a living tale..

2009-09-07T03:29:00.024+01:00

Bucharest - in a rush

2009-09-05T21:35:00.028+01:00

Transylvania Calling

2009-09-03T11:11:00.015+01:00

O.Z.O.R.A.

2009-09-02T19:19:00.018+01:00

Missoni - when fashion meets art..

2009-08-06T19:56:00.030+01:00

Missoni: Daring to be Different (art exhibition) held at Estorick Collection Of Modern Italian Art.

Missoni is one of the most distinctive fashion houses in the world.
Ottavio and Rosita Missoni changed forever the face of knitwear by playing with colors in a unique way; fashion it relates to art for them. Their style is recognisable, especially for its kaleidoscopic and intricate geometric patterns.

Cambridge

2009-08-05T13:54:00.009+01:00

Hackney WickED

2009-08-01T14:04:00.036+01:00

lost the balance..

2009-07-30T19:44:00.004+01:00

Hajdúszoboszló - traditii

2009-07-30T11:22:00.016+01:00

grandma's yard

2009-07-29T10:55:00.018+01:00

the sun told me a story..

2009-07-28T14:58:00.036+01:00

Debrecen

2009-07-27T21:16:00.010+01:00

The Overman

2009-07-13T20:40:00.007+01:00

"Man is a rope, tied between beast and Overman - a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man, is that he is a bridge and not an end; what can be loved in man, is that he is an overture and a going under. I love those who do not how to live, except by going under; they are those who cross over."

- Thus spoke Zarathustra -

fiesta

2009-07-12T13:57:00.007+01:00

existenţă

2009-07-10T10:48:00.004+01:00

Mă simţeam singur să fiu doar Unicul

Astfel am făcut doi.
Şi apoi ai apărut tu.
Erai atât de frumos, cu ochii tăi plini de inocenţă,
Însă te iubeam de la depărtare - şi, totuşi,
atât de aproape.
Te iubeam în feluri în care nu le puteai întelege.
Nu ştiai că priveam prin ochii
Fiecărei persoane pe care o întâlneai,
Şi nici nu îmi auzeai vocea în adierea vîntului.
Ai crezut că Pământul este doar noroi şi pietre,
Nu ţi-ai dat seama că este corpul meu.
Atunci când dormeai, ne întâlneam în inima ta
Şi făceam dragoste cu spiritele noastre, ca Unul.
Dădeam naştere unor lumi noi, cu atâta pasiune!
Însă când te trezeai, nu-ţi mai aminteai nimic.
Credeai că este doar un alt vis.
Era doar încă o zi de singurătate.
Însă eu te aştept în inima ta, iubirea mea,
pentru totdeauna.
Deoarece adevărul iubirii şi al
Unimii noastre va exista mereu.
Iubirea noastră este Matricea a Tot Ceea Ce Există.
Adu-ţi aminte, dragul meu.
În inima ta, te voi aştepta mereu,
În acel loc unic şi atât de mic.

British Museum

2009-07-08T12:58:00.010+01:00

night at Sadler's Wells

2009-07-06T22:02:00.005+01:00

„As a child I wanted to draw reality and all images I associated with it. The clouds and what I could see in them, and people and the shadows they cast. It was my way of interpreting the reality around me. But eventually the two dimensions were no longer enough. Then I started dancing, and the nice thing about dancing is that you have to dance constantly to see the drawing. Dancing, you are both: the pencil and the draughtsman. Dance is a temporary drawing and an atemporal state” - Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui

..a beautiful piece of art has been transposed on stage by Belgian/Moroccan choreographer Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui created together with visual artist Antony Gormley, the composer Szymon Brzóska and monks from Shaolin temple, inspired by their strength and spirituality..
..absolutely magical, Sutra, touched my heart and for almost 2h I felt myself beeing transported in that mystic and ancient world of shaolin warriors..

Sa stii sa dansezi in ploaie...*

2009-07-03T10:44:00.007+01:00

..o poveste primita pe mail care m'a impresionat f mult si pe care am decis sa o postez.

“Era o dimineata aglomerata la cabinet cand, in jurul orei 08:30, intra un domn batran cu un deget bandajat. Imi spune imediat ca este foarte grabit caci are o intalnire fixata pentru ora 09:00. L-am invitat sa se aseze stiind ca avea sa mai treaca cel putin o jumatate de ora pana sa apara medicul. Il observ cu cata nerabdare isi priveste ceasul la fiecare minut care trece.

Intre timp ma gandesc ca n-ar fi rau sa-i desfac bandajul si sa vad despre ce este vorba. Rana nu pare a fi asa de grava… in asteptarea medicului, ma decid sa-i dezinfectez rana si ma lansez intr-o mica conversatie. Il intreb cat de urgenta este intalnirea pe care o are si daca nu prefera sa astepte sosirea medicului pentru tratarea ranii. Imi raspunde ca trebuie sa mearga neaparat la casa de batrani, asa cum face de ani buni, ca sa ia micul dejun cu sotia.

Politicoasa, il intreb de sanatatea sotiei. Senin, batranul domn imi povesteste ca sotia, bolnava de Alzheimer, sta la casa de batrani de mai bine de 7 ani. Gandindu-ma ca intr-un moment de luciditate sotia putea fi agitata de intarzierea lui, ma grabesc sa-i tratez rana dar batranul imi explica ca ea nu-si mai aduce aminte de 5 ani cine este el... Si-atunci il intreb mirata: “Si dvs. va duceti zilnic ca sa luati micul dejun impreuna?“. Cu un suras dulce si o mangaiere pe mana, imi raspunde: “E-adevarat ca ea nu mai stie cine sunt eu, dar eu stiu bine cine este ea.“

Am ramas fara cuvinte si un fior m-a strabatut in timp ce ma uitam la batranul care se indeparta cu pasi grabiti.“

“Asta este dragostea adevarata!… nu neaparat fizica si nici romantica in mod ideal. Sa iubesti inseamna sa accepti ceea ce a fost, ceea ce este, ceea ce va fi si ceea ce inca nu s-a intamplat. Persoanele fericite si implinite nu sunt neaparat cele care au tot ce-i mai bun din fiecare lucru, ci acelea care stiu sa faca ce-i mai bun din tot ceea ce au”.

Viata nu inseamna sa supravietuiesti unei furtuni ci sa stii sa dansezi in ploaie.

paper dress

2009-07-02T13:11:00.006+01:00

Barcelona

2009-07-01T13:55:00.008+01:00

inner question..

2009-06-26T23:47:00.005+01:00

"Boxed in by our senses, we only see a single dimension of reality.
Our eyes only allow us to perceive a minor part of the light's reflection of the specter of what matter truly is. Our other senses restrict us in exactly the same ways.

I've always held the conviction that other dimensions exist, and that our brains and our central nervous systems function as filters for our consciousness.
These filters are necessary to grasp the material world, but their makeup is all too often weighed down by cultural, moral and scientific doctrines that provide us with a much too limited image of the Universe.

So, can we tear away the veil, just for one second?"

Jan Kounen, director of "Blueberry"

Imagine darkness so intense and so complete covering you like a velvet blanket. A blackness that cuts you off from the everyday world, forcing you to draw deep into yourself, a blackness that makes you see with your heart instead of your eyes.

future journey

2009-06-26T13:02:00.009+01:00

savage beauty

2009-06-23T00:08:00.002+01:00

zgomote

2009-06-22T00:42:00.005+01:00

Ce frică fără cauză
A poposit...
Sunt bucuriile
Din subconştient
Ce se coboară-n geam
Ca întuneric fără veste,
Sunt ale oraşului intimidări,
Enigme de hazard
Şi anii ce-au fugit,
Fără-nţeles
Şi şoaptele uitării, -
Sau fie
Şi orice s-ar întâmpla...

ce vrei să te faci cand vei fi mare?

2009-06-20T00:23:00.010+01:00

..incă din cele mai timpurii vremi ale existenţei personale in cadrul societaţii, această hîdă şi sterilă întrebare rostită într'un mod frenetic şi obsedant de intregul neam de rubedenii (şi nu numai), a ieşit recent la iveală în ungherele minţii, într'un moment de explorare a sinelui, demolându'mi tot efortul de a construi vreo pace interioară şi aruncându'mi la dracu' pe fereastră entuziasmul dat de angajamentul luat cu insuşi sinele.
...mă amuză amintirea raspunsurilor date, aflată încă în fragedă pruncie, raspunsuri pline de naivitate şi inocentă specifice vârstei: doctor, aviator, avocat şi cate alte nobile meserii...treptat, treptat, cu ochii flămânzi şi dornici să afle toate cele neaflate încă, cu sufletul neatins de cele lumeşti, paşeşti şi te formezi printre structurile societaţii sub atenta îndrumare a sistemului, care periodic prin vocea dresorilor tăi iţi aminteste de această curiozitate "ce vrei să devii când vei fi mare?"...intrebare care, poate, pusă cu intenţia de a te orienta spre descoperirea pasiunilor si talentelor latente, ajunge să te dezorienteze mai mult decat să iţi arate calea spre vreo orbită stabilă..ajuns aici, confuzia si dezorientarea "inspre catre ce cariera sa ma indrept?" nu sunt un produs al propriei minti, ci al sistemului bolnav, creat sa iti ofere un loc in turma, asezonat cu legi care te invita să gandeşti precum o vită si demnitari înscăunaţi, vociferând prea multe ideologii si concepte, menite sa rupă intelecte..

...dând himera promisă de patria mamă pe cea a ţărilor din occident, constat că şi aici sistemul are acelaşi gust..si aici majoritatea alearga din sens opus, fără puls pe un drum impus care nu duce in sus..observ suflete ciopartite, care si'au uitat cu desavarsire provenienta divina, aflate intr'o agonizanta fuga spre o pozitie cat mai inalta pe treptele himerei promise de societatea materialista, candva catre care si eu am fost indrumata si instruita..sedusa de cultul personalitatii si de hranirea ego'ului cu iluzia separatismului si individualismului..refugiile ingaduite mintii pe taramuri magice oferite de substante afrodisiace, dincolo de zagazurile creierului, au tulburat cortina ignorantei, sculptand in suprafata ei mici raze de lumina pura...desprinderile periodice si din ce in ce mai dese de orice dans de societate face ochiul sa observe din ce in ce mai clar acei distinsi oameni de cariera, mandri de statutul lor social, cum depun efort pt confort, pe jumatate morti, cum fac totul dintr'o inertie inexplicabila, dintr'un impuls pe care nu si'l pot controla, desi au fost dotati cu gradul necesar de inteligenta sa recunoasca ca totul e o sarada...surprind clipa de clipa pe fetele lor, inainte de a pleca spre locuri unde nu sunt siguri ca vor sa fie, intrebandu'se care e menirea lor pe lume.

...intrebată din nou ce vreau sa ma fac cand voi fi mare, într'un moment cu propriu'mi sine nu am ştiut ce să imi raspund...ca mulţi alţii încă îmi caut menirea intr'o lume magica, dar tragica..un lucru e cert: stiu macar ce nu vreau sa devin..

let's paint a sky..

2009-06-18T20:17:00.007+01:00

Ingredients:

1 love brush
colors in all world's tones
1 rainbow from your heart
371g silky clouds
a bunch of purple raindrops
500g stardust
2 sunlights from your eyes
thousands of innocent smileys
1 pure soul
wind and sun, moon and stars..all from your dreams
1 pair of wings (talk to angels for that)
1 universe of music
lots of passion
1 cute ladybug

Method:

Put your wings, powder on top of it 250g of stardust and fly high.
As soon as you enjoyed enough floating around, lift out the wings and cool them under the purple raindrops, skim off any impurities that may have risen to the surface, add the rainbow and some colors using the love brush.
Melt the silky clouds with thousands of innocent smileys (except one; keep it for later on), add the wind and the sun, the moon and the stars, one sunlight from your left eye and the rest of the stardust.
Turn on the universe of music, bring all in your pure soul and cover it with the sunlight from your right eye.
Embrace the sky with lots of passion and tell your cute ladybug watch over it!
Smile at your beautiful masterpiece!

Preparation time:
Ageless.

P.S. you can add whatever you want to.

P.P.S. send me your recipes!

Sandra Backlund

2009-06-16T19:38:00.004+01:00

When art, craft and design meet, amazing things happen...once again the wonderful and awesome side of handmade/handknitted/handcrafted things...like these beautiful clothes from Sandra Backlund, created entirely by hand.

this weekend..

2009-06-14T11:47:00.008+01:00

whisper of the trees

2009-06-13T18:31:00.004+01:00

A Prayer for the Soul

2009-06-12T11:42:00.006+01:00

People are often unreasonable,
Illogical and self centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you
Of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,
You will win
Some false friends
And some enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,
People may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

When you spend years building,
Someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,
They may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,
People will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,
And it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, In the final analysis,
It is between you and God;

It was never between
You and them
Anyway.

"We can do no great things -
Only small things
With Great Love."

Mother Theresa

kindness to all living creatures

2009-06-10T23:25:00.004+01:00

...only in India!!!

magic dreams

2009-06-10T08:26:00.005+01:00

Magie si Delir

*Vernisaj de Arta Contemporana*

*Return to Goa Festival*12-15 August*

inbetween

Notre Dame - structural

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kindness to all living creatures

laurinda..

jardim botanico

Şi dacă... - in memoriam

Universo Paralello

soapte demonice

ground luminosity

culori..

The Eternal Now

Let's Do It Romania!

Earth Song

povesti apuse..

locuri sacre

Tibet in exil..

Suflete tibetane

India

old school

subliminal messages

today's thought

Unexpected

Stratford-upon-Avon

red crib

gorey

elfish orc..

Brighton

on the road..

Anna Piaggi - a living tale..

Bucharest - in a rush

Transylvania Calling

O.Z.O.R.A.

Missoni - when fashion meets art..

Cambridge

Hackney WickED

lost the balance..

Hajdúszoboszló - traditii

grandma's yard

the sun told me a story..

Debrecen

The Overman

fiesta

existenţă

British Museum

night at Sadler's Wells

Sa stii sa dansezi in ploaie...*

paper dress

Barcelona

inner question..

future journey

savage beauty

zgomote

ce vrei să te faci cand vei fi mare?

let's paint a sky..

Sandra Backlund

this weekend..

whisper of the trees

A Prayer for the Soul

kindness to all living creatures

magic dreams

Vernisaj de Arta Contemporana

Return to Goa Festival12-15 August*