“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."
GYS Profiled – Exclusive Interview with Sephora Venites: Brazilian Actress/Artist/Creative Bird
“Don't tell me what I'm doing;
I don't want to know.”
"Because, first of all, they are a compendium of desires – contrasting, contradictory, impacted, immobilizing.
The desire to become fully visible, to be seen (at last) as one is, to be honest, to be unmasked.
The desire to hide, to be camouflaged. To be elsewhere. Other.
The desire to impersonate someone else, but that is not other enough.
The desire to escape from a merely human appearance: to be an animal, not a person, an object (stone? wood? metal? cloth?), not a person, to be done with personhood.
The desire to be emblematic. Impervious to age and the distress of flesh. The desire to accede to the ruins of time, to be reconciled with the depredations of time, to become a ruin.
The desire to punish the self.
The desire to place no aim before that of gratifying it.
The desire to dissolve the self into the world, the desire to reduce the world to matter, something one can inscribe oneself on, sink into, be saturated with.
The desire to compete with one’s own image, to become image, artifact; art; form…
The desire to be stripped down, to be naked, to be concealed, to disappear, to be only one’s skin, to mortify the skin, to petrify the body, to become fixed, to become dematerialized, a ghost, to become matter only, inorganic matter, to stop, to die."
“You must torment people with your artistic delight, scaring mother and grandmother in the middle of the night.”
Heavenly. Bright. Shining. Warming. Uplifting. Colorful. White.
Heavenly Bright. Shining Warming. Uplifting: Colorful. White.
Heavenly Bright Shining; Warming. Uplifting Colorful. White.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
"Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech."
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
“The mark which has dominated all my work is this longing for life, this sense of exclusion, which does not lessen but augments this love of life.”
Pier Paolo Pasolini
Straying Far From Myself
If you look back
Maybe you would see
If you face up, gaze far into distance
Maybe you would see
Perhaps these are not necessary
You might always be there, like those Russian dolls
Trapped in yourself deep down layer by layer
The lotus-like you
Is living in the centre
“How far have I strayed from myself”
You peel off, layer by layer, towards your heart
Search. Accidentally deviate from the direction
Trap your feet in the mud
In the phantom of the urban forest.
“Straying Far From Myself” is an apt theme for a time when Tibetan society is dramatically changing in the face of increased political violence, immigration, industrialization, and religious tensions.
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
The Dogs of War
"Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?"
"I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart."
"A proposta da imutabilidade é mais do que indecorosa: ela violenta um indivíduo. Ela propõe que continuemos a fazer o que foi feito no passado."
"A alma imoral" de Nilton Bonder
“The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.”
“Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.”
“Even in Siberia there is happiness.”
“Freedom: To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”
“To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".”
Vision as reception.
Vision as reflection.
Vision as projection.
"Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! She did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
He took her with a sigh."
Love's Secret by William Blake
in the prairies of inner
and the work of the mission
and the poem of the work
and the stanza of the poem
and the group of the stanza
and the words of the group
and the letters of the word
and the least
loop of the letters...
- ZYGMUNT BAUMAN -Liquid Love is a love "until further notice", the love from the standard consumer goods: keep them as they bring you satisfaction and replace them with others that promise even more satisfaction. Love with a spectrum of immediate elimination and thus also of permanent anxiety, hovering above him. In its "net", love tries to replace quality for quantity - but this can never be done, as its practitioners sooner or later end up realizing. Remember that love is not a "found object" but a product of a long and often difficult effort and goodwill.
SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOU!
SMOKING IS BAD, FOR YOU!
SMOKING; IS BAD. FOR YOU!
"Sleeping is a way of dying or at least of dying to reality, better still it is the death of reality, but reality dies in love as in dreams. The life of man is entirely occupied by the bloody osmosis of dreams and love."
"It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself."
Reasoning draws a conclusion, but does not make the conclusion certain, unless the mind discovers it by the path of experience.
"That's exactly how I feel," he exclaimed, speaking with extreme kindness and pressing me to him for comfort. "She's gone; she's lost to us for ever; so what does it matter now?" He bent over me, and when his face had touched mine I scarcely knew if it were wet with my tears or his own.
"The friends of the friends"
“She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.”
Simone de Beauvoir
When all decent people are just going to bed, I must wake up. Sharp, and here's baby wide-eyed as a marigold. Yes, and you want to know what got me into this mess? Going to bed at ten o'clock, that's what. That spells ruin. T-E-N-space-O-apostrophe-C-l-O-C-K: ruin. Early to bed and you will wish you were dead. Bed before eleven, nuts before seven.
'The little hours' Dorothy Parker
"A forest bird never wants a cage."
"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being."
"Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese."
“The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions."
“Never worry about being obsessive. I like obsessive people. Obsessive people make great art”
“I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.”
“You have been the one encounter in my life that can never be repeated”
“I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you...Only my love, not your answer. Not even your indifference”
"Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age."
"Everything popular is wrong."
"The life of the creative man is lead, directed and controlled by boredom. Avoiding boredom is one of our most important purposes."
“Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
"Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams."