Were you ever lonely?
Did you tell people that songs weren't
the same as a warm body, a soft mouth?
Did you know how to say no to young men
who cried outside your hotel rooms?
Did you listen to the songs they wrote,
tongues wet with praise for you?
What sweaty bars did you begin in?
Did you see them holding bottles by the neck,
hair on their arms rising as your notes hovered
above their heads?
Did you know of the girls who sang into their fists
mimicking your brilliance?
Did they know that you were only human?
My parents played your music at their wedding.
Called you Makeba, never Miriam, never first name,
always singer. Never wife, daughter, mother,
never lover, aching.
Did you tell people that songs weren't the same
as a warm body or a soft mouth? Miriam,
I've heard people using your songs as a prayer,
begging god in falsetto. You were a city
exiled from skin, your mouth a burning church.
Questions for Miriam, Warsan Shire
Did you tell people that songs weren't
the same as a warm body, a soft mouth?
Did you know how to say no to young men
who cried outside your hotel rooms?
Did you listen to the songs they wrote,
tongues wet with praise for you?
What sweaty bars did you begin in?
Did you see them holding bottles by the neck,
hair on their arms rising as your notes hovered
above their heads?
Did you know of the girls who sang into their fists
mimicking your brilliance?
Did they know that you were only human?
My parents played your music at their wedding.
Called you Makeba, never Miriam, never first name,
always singer. Never wife, daughter, mother,
never lover, aching.
Did you tell people that songs weren't the same
as a warm body or a soft mouth? Miriam,
I've heard people using your songs as a prayer,
begging god in falsetto. You were a city
exiled from skin, your mouth a burning church.
Questions for Miriam, Warsan Shire
If I could feel you next to me
If I could know what's right
if all the demons chasing me
would fade into the night
Tudo é tanto, tudo é tão fundo, tudo é tão negro e tão frio!
Passo tempos, passo silêncios, mundos sem forma passam por mim.
Livro do Desassossego, Fernando Pessoa
Passo tempos, passo silêncios, mundos sem forma passam por mim.
Livro do Desassossego, Fernando Pessoa
The film is a vision of our humanity's future expansion into the Solar System. Although admittedly speculative, the visuals in the film are all based on scientific ideas and concepts of what our future in space might look like, if it ever happens. All the locations depicted in the film are digital recreations of actual places in the Solar System, built from real photos and map data where available.
Não é curto o espaço de tempo que temos, mas desperdiçamos muito dele. A vida é longa o suficiente, e foi-nos dada em quantidade generosa para permitir a realização das maiores coisas se a empregarmos bem. Mas quando é desperdiçada em luxo e imprudência, quando não a dedicamos a nada de bom, finalmente constrangidos pela fatalidade, sentimos que passou por nós sem que nos tivéssemos apercebido. Por isso - a vida que recebemos não é breve, nós é que assim a tornamos, nem somos dela carentes, nós é que a desperdiçamos. Tal como grande e principesca riqueza, quando cai nas mãos de um mau proprietário, dissipa-se num instante, enquanto que a riqueza, ainda que limitada, se for confiada a um bom guardião, aumenta com o uso, também a nossa vida é amplamente longa para quem sabe dela dispor.
Sobre a brevidade da vida, Seneca
Sobre a brevidade da vida, Seneca
All the films I make are about the need to open up. About the need to communicate on another level, rather than just talking about the quality of wine, car prices, etc. You have to break through the barrier of shame, and the feeling that you mustn’t be weak. That’s what I think.
by Krzysztof Kieślowski
Feel, feel, I say--feel for all you're worth, even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live, especially to live at this terrible pressure, and the only way to honour and celebrate these admirable beings who are our pride and our inspiration.
carta de Henry James a Clare Sheridan
carta de Henry James a Clare Sheridan
o David Lynch e a Patti Smith à conversa.
fiquei encantada com estes dois.
fiquei encantada com estes dois.
And the answer is no. Consider this argument. Think about what is forever. And think about the fact that the human mind, the entire human being, is built to last a certain period of time. Our programmed hormonal systems, the way we learn, the way we settle upon beliefs, and the way we love are all temporary. Because we go through a life's cycle. Now, if we were to be plucked out at the age of 12 or 56 or whenever, and taken up and told, "Now you will continue your existence as you are. We're not going to blot out your memories. We're not going to diminish your desires." You will exist in a state of bliss - whatever that is - forever. And those who didn't make it are going to be consigned to darkness or hell. Now think, a trillion times a trillion years. Enough time for universes like this one to be born, explode, form countless star systems and planets, then fade away to entropy. You will sit there watching this happen millions and millions of times and that will be just the beginning of the eternity that you've been consigned to bliss in this existence.
Edward O. Wilson
Edward O. Wilson
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda
You are tired,
(I think)
And so am I.
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I. Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
you are tired (i think), E. E. Cummings
(I think)
And so am I.
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I. Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
you are tired (i think), E. E. Cummings
during the process of drawing I like to take prints to look at the progress I made
it helps me keep motivated (and realize how disorganized I am)
what I accomplished this afternoon:
it helps me keep motivated (and realize how disorganized I am)
what I accomplished this afternoon:
Perform the actions that you falsely believe you can't do. It will help extinguish false beliefs.
Your inadequate feelings will cease to have actual power when you continuously prove them wrong.
Brittany Josephina
Your inadequate feelings will cease to have actual power when you continuously prove them wrong.
Brittany Josephina
What makes us human, and what makes each of us his or her own human, is not simply the genes that we have buried into our base pairs, but how our cells, in dialogue with our environment, feed back to our DNA, changing the way we read ourselves. Life is a dialectic.
Jonah Lehrer (via)
Jonah Lehrer (via)
You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange. What kinder gift can someone give another one? Is all this mere eloquence…or simple humanity…simple love. Love, perhaps, should always be this simple.
Anne Sexton, numa carta a Anthony Hecht
Anne Sexton, numa carta a Anthony Hecht
You gotta know, I'm feeling love
Made of gold, I'll never love a
Another one, another you
It's gotta be love, I said it
I said I wonder where I'll go
When I leave this crazy place
Where will my soul reside?
And will I find happiness?
Where would I go?
JUST LIFT ME UP FROM HERE
You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be. It’s their mistake, not my failing.
Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!, Richard P. Feynman
Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!, Richard P. Feynman
Art gives us the knowledge that many have gone before, and had the same strange feelings and the same unanswerable questions, and that we are not alone in the art-endeavor, let alone life. It gives us the knowledge that people have always been stupid and violent and cruel, and compassionate and confused and curious and wondrous and astonished and tired. What it does not give us is answers. It gives us instead a picture. It does not ask that we analyze the picture, but that we stand before it and look, in the hope that looking might turn into gazing. For gazing will hold our attention for a very long time.
Mary Ruefle (interview)
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Poetry, Pablo Neruda
drunk with the starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Poetry, Pablo Neruda
Each person is a great mystery, to himself and to others. We see the ever-changing play of light and shadow upon the superficial aspects of ourselves, but of the endless depths that lie beneath we are for the most part ignorant or unconscious. At any time, however, currents flowing from these depths may sweep us unexpectedly into thoughts, actions, or even lifestyles we would now find inconceivable. We may then rise to heights of achievement or fall far below what we would have believed possible in others. Yet how easy it is to pass judgment based on what people manifest of themselves outwardly at any given time, as if this could approach the totality of who they really are.
Sarah Belle Dougherty (via)
Sarah Belle Dougherty (via)
I'd sail down the river Nile
Just to keep you alive and well
Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don't think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.
When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won't. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they're more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that's really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
François Arnaud (via interview magazine)
When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won't. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they're more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that's really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
François Arnaud (via interview magazine)
Certain things are just so beautiful to me, and I don’t know why. Certain things make so much sense, and it’s hard to explain. I felt Eraserhead, I didn’t think it. It was a quiet process: going from inside me to the screen. I’d get something on film, get it paced a certain way, add the right sounds, and then I’d be able to say if it worked or not. Now, just to get to that point, there’s a million times more talking. And in Hollywood, if you can’t write your ideas down, or if you can’t pitch them, or if they’re so abstract they can’t be pitched properly, then they don’t have a chance of surviving.
David Lynch
edit: I had to update this post as soon as i found out the music video for it
EVERYTHING THESE GUYS DO IS LOVE AT FIRST HEARING!
EVERYTHING THESE GUYS DO IS LOVE AT FIRST HEARING!
Many personality characteristics of creative people … make them more vulnerable, including openness to new experiences, a tolerance for ambiguity, and an approach to life and the world that is relatively free of preconceptions. This flexibility permits them to perceive things in a fresh and novel way, which is an important basis for creativity. But it also means that their inner world is complex, ambiguous, and filled with shades of gray rather than black and white. It is a world filled with many questions and few easy answers. While less creative people can quickly respond to situations based on what they have been told by people in authority — parents, teachers, pastors, rabbis, or priests — the creative person lives in a more fluid and nebulous world. He or she may have to confront criticism or rejection for being too questioning, or too unconventional. Such traits can lead to feelings of depression or social alienation. A highly original person may seem odd or strange to others. Too much openness means living on the edge. Sometimes the person may drop over the edge… into depression, mania, or perhaps schizophrenia.
The Creating Brain, Nancy Andreasen
via brainpickings
The Creating Brain, Nancy Andreasen
via brainpickings
The cruel thing with depression is that it's such a self-centered illness - Dostoevsky shows that pretty good in his "Notes from Underground". The depression is painful, you're sapped/consumed by yourself; the worse the depression, the more you just think about yourself and the stranger and repellent you appear to others.
from an online interview
Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments, David Foster Wallace
(...) in real life I always seem to have a hard time winding up a conversation or asking somebody to leave, and sometimes the moment becomes so delicate and fraught with social complexity that I’ll get overwhelmed trying to sort out all the different possible ways of saying it and all the different implications of each option and will just sort of blank out and do it totally straight — “I want to terminate the conversation and not have you be in my apartment anymore” — which evidently makes me look either as if I’m very rude and abrupt or as if I’m semi-autistic and have no sense of how to wind up a conversation gracefully. Somehow, in other words, my reducing the statement to its bare propositional content “sends a message” that is itself scanned, sifted, interpreted, and judged by my auditor, who then sometimes never comes back. I've actually lost friends this way.
Consider the Lobster and Other Essays, David Foster Wallace
With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don’t cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don’t poison everything…
Herzog, Saul Bellow
Herzog, Saul Bellow
Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished. The person you are right now is as transient, as fleeting and as temporary as all the people you’re ever been. The one constant in our lives is change.
Daniel Gilbert (via)
Daniel Gilbert (via)
A universe without purpose should neither depress us nor suggest that our lives are purposeless. Through an awe-inspiring cosmic history we find ourselves on this remote planet in a remote corner of the universe, endowed with intelligence and self-awareness. We should not despair, but should humbly rejoice in making the most of these gifts, and celebrate our brief moment in the sun.
Lawrence M. Krauss
Lawrence M. Krauss
It mattered little if one was mute; people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone knew only himself. His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too high to stay unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens.
The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosiński
qualquer dia disponibilizo todos os meus bookmarks numa página web,
ao estilo do linkzoo.net
tenho aqui coisas que valem ouro.
random fact:
a propósito de bookmarks, não sei com que fim criei uma pasta "To-Do" quando a probabilidade de abrir qualquer um dos links que lá se encontra é 99% inferior aos que mantenho fora daquela pasta.
ao estilo do linkzoo.net
tenho aqui coisas que valem ouro.
random fact:
a propósito de bookmarks, não sei com que fim criei uma pasta "To-Do" quando a probabilidade de abrir qualquer um dos links que lá se encontra é 99% inferior aos que mantenho fora daquela pasta.
a while ago i won a contest for a book cover.
it was so surreal for me to actually win something that i wasn't sure if it was real...
but i just found out it is finally available!
which makes me weirdly happy... just the thought of someone owning something designed by me.
the book it's available here in case you wanna check it out for yourself
it was so surreal for me to actually win something that i wasn't sure if it was real...
but i just found out it is finally available!
which makes me weirdly happy... just the thought of someone owning something designed by me.
the book it's available here in case you wanna check it out for yourself
What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look through your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it in any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?
by Jonathan Safran Foer
from the project The Cultivating Thought Author Series
by Jonathan Safran Foer
from the project The Cultivating Thought Author Series
curious to see this, the images are beautiful
Kahlil Joseph, I'm watching you!
*Fashion house Kenzo and the nonprofit Blue Marine Foundation have joined forces to create a special clothing line designed to draw attention to the world’s sea creatures
The only reason for life is life.
There is no why. We are. Life is beyond reason.
by George Lucas (via)
Have you ever seen the lights
Of a thousand exploding suns?
Kingdoms and cathedrals under the ocean
Because no god can save us from ourselves
No god can save me from myself
So I will remember the earth as it was
And let my dead body floating in space
When my time will come
We can't escape from here
Our time has come
As we see the world collapsing so close from the end
Our time has come
the truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. the one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers the most: and his suffering comes to him from things so little and so trivial that one can say that it is no longer objective at all. it is his own existence, his own being, that is at once the subject and the source of his pain, and his very existence and consciousness is his greatest torture.
The Seven Storey Mountain, Thomas Merton
The Seven Storey Mountain, Thomas Merton
ok, i finally uploaded something to my society6
and i must say I wasn't expecting for the result to look this good
I think I'm in love with my own tote bag!
you can go check my shop here. more artwork will be available in the meanwhile.
and i must say I wasn't expecting for the result to look this good
I think I'm in love with my own tote bag!
you can go check my shop here. more artwork will be available in the meanwhile.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.
J.D. Salinger (via)
J.D. Salinger (via)
Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Diaries, 1910-1923, Franz Kafka
Diaries, 1910-1923, Franz Kafka
To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.
Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics by Rebecca Solnit
In all her intercourse with society there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it. Every gesture, every word, and even the silence of those with whom she came in contact, implied, and often expressed, that she was banished, and as much alone as if she had inhabited another sphere, or communicated with the common nature by other organs than the rest of human kind.
The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne (via)
The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne (via)
Good people are not those who lack flaws, the brave are not those who feel no fear, and the generous are not those who never feel selfish. Extraordinary people are not extraordinary because they are invulnerable to unconscious biases. They are extraordinary because they choose to do something about it.
Shankar Vedantam (via)
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
The Years, Virginia Woolf
The Years, Virginia Woolf
Ooohhh, sometimes my heart is on the ground and it's me who is walking all over it
Steps by Planningtorock
i have the feeling one day this blog will only be about music...
i'm sincerely weary of words.
Steps by Planningtorock
i have the feeling one day this blog will only be about music...
i'm sincerely weary of words.
In 1989, I first saw a John Cassavetes movie and it stunned me because I didn't know who this guy was and it changed my life. It really did. Shadows, Opening Night… all those movies about trying to find something and not knowing what you're looking for. And, I wanna dedicate this not just to John Cassavetes but also to Solomon Northup who inspired me to look and try to find the truth in whatever we try to find it in.
Steve McQueen accepts Best Director at the 2014 Film Independent Spirit Awards (via)
I am feeling depressed from being exposed to so many lives, so many of them exciting, new to my realm of experience. I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends. It was that way with Ann: I admired her wit, her riding, her vivacious imagination - all the things that made her the way she was. I could lean on her as she leaned on me. Together the two of us could face anything - only not quite anything, or she would be back. And so she is gone, and I am bereft for awhile. But what do I know of sorrow?
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath
This subject is important to me because society changes so fast and everything disappears so fast - historical sites, culture. (...) People in their forties have no way of finding traces of their childhood. Modern people are afraid of disappearance. Living in Taipei, for example, we constantly have to deal with compelling visual change. We ask the question: what do you love the most? Who do you love the most? You will lose them - it will happen in modern society. My films ask the question: how we can face the disappearance? The loss?
Tsai Ming-Liang (via)
Your worth isn't contingent upon other people's acceptance of you — it's something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You're allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You're allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You're allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
by Daniell Koepke
by Daniell Koepke
and shouting, WE ARE THE
SAVIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORS
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman,
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
After A While, Veronica A. Shoffstall (via)
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman,
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
After A While, Veronica A. Shoffstall (via)
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again
I cannot say I feel serene and happy. Happiness only in a sense, and never serenity,
because I will always scare; and more than anyone else - myself.
Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka
There is no "right" way to make art. The only wrong is in not trying, not doing.
I think it’s important to remember that making art is a process. It is never finished. The occupation itself is one of process, exploration, and experimentation. It is one of questioning and examining. Each thing you make is part of a continuum, and you are always developing. You don’t always get it right, but I find that approaching everything as a work in progress allows you to take the good with the bad. You’re never going to please everyone. Take what you can from criticism, and let go of the rest.
more useful tips on how to overcome creative block and handle criticism in here
When you accept the state of being a stranger, you are no longer a stranger. I have been an exile when everything around me seemed strange and everybody was a stranger. Once I accepted that I didn't have to belong and I didn't have to be part of the world, then I was free to be part of it. There was a paradoxical release of the spirit. The world became mine when I was no longer holding on to it.
by Satish Kumar (via)
by Satish Kumar (via)
Healing is a challenge in life. It's a victim's sole obligation. By healing, you resist oppression. But when I'm hurt over and over again, I forget the wounds that rule my life. Forgotten wounds can't be healed. So I film to heal. I know they may knock at my door at any moment. But I'll just keep filming. It helps me confront life. And survive.by Emad Burnat
update: i already figured out a name for the set. you can go check it here.
some time ago I was going through some photos of mine, wanting to add them to my portfolio...
but since I've been organizing all my photos by titles I couldn't quiet figure out what name to give to this set.
I thought about peeping tom but it doesn't sound right...
here's the quote i was thinking about using along with the title, and some of the photos to give you an idea of what the set would have. you can also go visit my portfolio to see what i have so far.
but since I've been organizing all my photos by titles I couldn't quiet figure out what name to give to this set.
I thought about peeping tom but it doesn't sound right...
here's the quote i was thinking about using along with the title, and some of the photos to give you an idea of what the set would have. you can also go visit my portfolio to see what i have so far.
though I felt like a voyeur,
my eyes were riveted to the scene
Art can't fix anything. It can just observe and portray. What's important is that it becomes an object, a thing you can see and talk about and refer to. A film is an object around which you can have a debate, more so than the incident itself. It's someone's view of an incident, an advanced starting point.
he's a simple man:
I don’t need 20 pairs of shoes. I have a car that I've had for 12 years. It's fine, I enjoy life and things are very basic. I don't have social networks in the Internet for example. I don't even have a cell phone. I'm probably the last holdout. (...) I just don't want to be available all the time. I love to connect with people but in a more fundamental way. I never go to parties, but I invite friends and I cook for them. We sit around a table, maximum 6 people, because if there are more people there is no space around the table. And when we speak to each other, everyone speaks about the same topic. Whereas when you are at a party, there are 200 people and loud music and in each corner there is a different topic, and small talk.
he said people cannot read:
Most are illiterates, even though they know how to combine letters and make phrases and so on. I say: Consuming the Internet, TV, and even cinema makes you lose the world. Only by reading can you gain the world.
and he said this about Godard:
Someone like Jean-Luc Godard is for me intellectual counterfeit money when compared to a good kung fu film.
he inspires me both with his maxims about cinema:
There are deeper strata of truth in cinema, and there is such a thing as poetic, ecstatic truth. It is mysterious and elusive, and can be reached only through fabrication and imagination and stylization.
and about life itself:
Follow your vision. Form secretive rogue cells everywhere. At the same time, be not afraid of solitude.
Children have a lesson adults should learn, to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again. Most of us adults are so afraid, so cautious, so 'safe', and therefore so shrinking and rigid and afraid that it is why so many humans fail. Most middle-aged adults have resigned themselves to failure.
The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Malcolm X
The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Malcolm X
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