It's about life

Life is a delicate membrane that wraps our existence.

S. Jobs.

"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart." -Steve Jobs 

what is

The major problem we face is that what we need is tainted by what we want. There is the pure spirit/guardian fading in front of our eyes while we are being tricked with candy, prizes, and lust. Visually, we distance ourselves.  Notice the beauty which is ironically invisible.

Vivian Greene

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain."


Vivian Greene

INTERDEPENDENCE UK

Conpanion and Cheers

Companion; Compañero (Spanish); Copain (French) Companion

From the Latin "Companionem," which was, "one with whom you would eat bread" -- "Con" (with) and "Pan" (bread) -- presumably, your "companion" was someone with whom you would "break bread."

Cheers
From the Greek "Kara" for "face," via the Latin "Cara," and Old French "Chiere" for the same. 
So "Be of good cheer," means, "Put on a happy face."

Lyrics that aren't lyrics

House Galvani

Christian Pottgiesser

Casa Cile

studio PVE

Screen

Shore breeze

The shore road, The walk of choice ,The sway of the hair, The strips, The wall of buildings, The intervals of rest.

Floating shifted tiles

Seeking something, yet without resolution, his mind flowed with water, filling up invisible pores. The water does hold our reflections. If only we can breath it in he thought.  

Haus-Rucker-Co.

A Hermit's Hut

A hermit’s hut. What a subject for an engraving! Indeed, real images are engravings, for it is the imagination that engraves them on our memories. When we look at images of this kind…we start musing on primitiveness. And because of this primitiveness, restored, desired and experienced through simple images, an album of pictures of huts would constitute a textbook of simple exercises for the phenomenology of the imagination.

- Gaston Bachelard

Wayne Levin

Frank Schott

Parallax lines

     I couldn't help myself as her being was that of a beacon of light guiding me, drawing my attention perhaps away, towards, or adjacent to something invisible. She caught my eye as her lines continues to change as she shifted from perspectives. I had to maintain my focus on my path, yet how boring and repetitive has it became with her presence. Soon I found a path that lead me towards her, and I took it by instincts. Within her heart, her lines were spontaneously that of a different world from perceived, though as strong and of the same species/nature. This awareness is still that of a foreigner. 

Underpass

He wanted to swiftly cruise pass the hectic congestion which he knew occurs right before this particular underpass heading south. While some music was being played on the car stereo, he wondered about the niceness of waiting beneath the underpass for the red to change. The coolness within the shade was refreshing and calming. He sometimes finds himself orientating himself with his car to be fixed under some shade that presents itself. For here, under the shade, his patience for waiting is elongated. 

Eben Goff

'batholith etchings': Aluminum plate monoprints on Rives BFK 22" x 30" in welded aluminum frames, 2009-2011.

Paulo Coelho

"Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering." 

"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."

"There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure." 

"When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too." 

"If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day." 

"The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them." 

"The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times." 

Terayama Shuji

"I tried hard to forget, but there remained inside me a vague knot of air. And as time went by, the knot began to take on a clear and simple form, a form that I am able to put into words, like this: Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. It's a cliché translated into words, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a pool table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust." 

 Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

Rob Gonsalves

Jennifer Coates

Ink on paper
22 1/2 x 30 1/4 inches

Fruhlicht (Daybreak)

"HOW DAY WILL EVENTUALLY BREAK – WHO KNOWS? BUT WE CAN FEEL THE MORNING. WE ARE NO LONGER MOONSTRUCK WANDERERS ROAMING DREAMILY IN THE PLAE LIGHT OF HISTORY. A COOL EARLY MORNING WIND IS BLOWING AROUND US; HE WHO DOESN’T WANT TO SHIVER MUST STRIDE OUT. AND WE AND ALL THOSE STRIDING WITH US SEE IN THE DISTANCE THE EARLY LIGHT OF THE AWAKENING MORNING! WHERE ARE ALL THE NOCTURNAL SPECTRES! GLASSY AND BRIGHT A NEW WORLD SHINES OUT IN THE EARLY LIGHT, IT IS SENDING OUT ITS FIRST RAYS. A FIRST GLEAM OF JUBILANT DAWN, DECADES, GENERATIONS – AND THE GREAT SUN OF ARCHITECTURE, OF ART IN GENGERAL WILL BEGIN ITS VICTORIOUS COURSE. / THE IDEA OF THE EARLY LIGHT IS NOT MIRRORED IN THE SERIES FOR THE FIRST TIME. IT WAS AND IS GOOD TO MAINTAIN OUR VIEW OF THE HORIZON WITH UNDIMMED IMAGINATION. TESTS OF THE REALIZATION OF THE NEW IDEA ALREADY EXIST IN MATERIAL, AND THESE PAGES ARE INTEDED FIRST AND FOREMOST TO SERVE THIS REALIZATION, STARTING FROM THE ACTIVITIES OF THE TOWN COUNCIL THAT DELIGHT IN THE FURTURE. THEY ARE INTENDED TO HELP OUR COMADES IN GERMANY STRIDES FORWARD MORE JOYFULLY WITH US, AND OUR PATH WILL MEET THOSE WHO ARE OUR BROTHERS IN SPIRIT BEYOND OUR FRONTIERS. / we DO NOT BELIEVE IN PARRALLELS BETWEEN MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL FOLLOWING. THE FULL STOMACH DOES NOT LIKE IDEAS, THE OVERFULL HATES THEM, IT WANTS PEACE. TODAY MORE THAN EVER WE BELIEVE IN OUR WILL, WHICH CREATES FOR US THE ONLY LIFE VALUE. AND THIS VALUE IS: EVERLASTING CHANGE."

Bruno Taut - daybreak (1921)

Stop-Motion within Stop-Motion

words of ...

Alan Watts

"A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world."

"We identify in our exerience a differentiation between what we do and what happens to us."

Alan Watts 

Move

MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

Timing is everything

"Timing is everything. There is a tide in the affairs of men which when taken at the flood leads on to fortune."

William Shakespeare

Dream and Life

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”

James Dean

Santiago Aranegui

"His great intellect and wealth of knowledge always distinguished him as a professor and a radio talent," Puig said.

"Imagine. There were so many things," said Marisela Aranegui. "Sometimes we would go to Dadeland Mall, which was close to our house, and we couldn't walk three steps without someone approaching to say, 'Professor! Professor!' as if he were some celebrity."

"He was someone venerated by his students and known in the community for creating the good through his wisdom," Padrón said.

These are great descriptions of a great man that left so much warmth within the hearts of those he touched.

Coral Gable Library

Photographs taken of the Coral Gable Library.

Toba khedoori

Naoya Hatakeyama

Slow Glass, 2001

Why I Write

"Of course I stole the title for this talk, from George Orwell. One reason I stole it was that I like the sound of the words: Why I Write. There you have three short unambiguous words that share a sound, and the sound they share is this:
I

I

I 

I stole the title not only because the words sounded right but because they seemed to sum up, in a no-nonsense way, all I have to tell you. Like many writers I have only this one “subject,” this one “area”: the act of writing. I can bring you no reports from any other front. I may have other interests: I am “interested,” for example, in marine biology, but I don’t flatter myself that you would come out to hear me talk about it. I am not a scholar. I am not in the least an intellectual, which is not to say that when I hear the word “intellectual” I reach for my gun, but only to say that I do not think in abstracts. During the years when I was an undergraduate at Berkeley, I tried, with a kind of hopeless late-adolescent energy, to buy some temporary visa into the world of ideas, to forge for myself a mind that could deal with abstract.
In short I tried to think. I failed. My attention veered inexorably back to the specific, to the tangible, to what was generally considered, by everyone I knew then and for that matter have known since, the peripheral. I would try to contemplate the Hegelian dialectic and would find myself concentrating instead on a flowering pear tree outside my window and the particular way the petals fell on my floor. I would try to read linguistic theory and would find myself wondering instead if the lights were on in the bevatron up the hill. When I say that I was wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron you might immediately suspect, if you deal in ideas at all, that I was registering the bevatron as a political symbol, thinking in shorthand about the military-industrial complex and its role in the university community, but you would be wrong. I was only wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron, and how they looked. A physical fact.

Excerpt Joan Didion’s Why I Write, originally published in The New York Times Magazine, December 5, 1976. 

Open publication - Free publishing - More booklet

Forest inside

Sometimes from above me, sometimes from below, the forest tries to threaten me. Blowing a chill breath on my neck, stinging like needles with a thousand eyes. Trying anything to drive this intruder away. But I gradually get better at letting these threats pass by. This forest is basically a part of me, isn’t it? This thought takes hold at a certain point. The journey I’m taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I’m seeing is my inner side, and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my own heart. The spiderweb stretched taut there is the spiderweb inside me. The birds calling out overhead are the birds I’ve fostered in my mind. These images spring up in my mind and take root.

-Kafka on the shore

Voltaire

"Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd."


"Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well."


"Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination."


"Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers."

-Voltaire

story by sound pt.9

Shore Lights

Photography of the shore of the Golf of Mexico.