I want to leave you with this quote today, shared by my Yoga teacher Michael Caldwell:
“Love is paying deep attention to your life.”
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Little brothers and sisters:
“You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.”
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art, art,poetry,writing, Books, Poetry, Poetry, Quotes, Venice Diaries, wanderlust, Writing, writing, tagged beauty, holiday travels, home, impromptu visits, Invisible cities, itali calvino, Italia, new year, Venezia., venice on January 1, 2017| 5 Comments »
‘There is still one of which you never speak.’
Marco Polo bowed his head.
‘Venice,’ the Khan said.
Marco smiled. ‘What else do you believe I have been talking to you about?’
The emperor did not turn a hair. ‘And yet I have never heard you mention that name.’
And Polo said: ‘Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.’
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Posted in Cures for the Nothing, Digital Manipulation, Quotes, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged art therapy, digital sketching, elections 2016, ProCreate app, Tayasui Sketching app on November 12, 2016| 2 Comments »
Dark days here in California.
Days of mourning, but also poetry, catharsis, resolve for Resistance.
The Sun broke through the clouds today.
Words, thoughts, and memories flowed and something beautiful is emerging from the summer blush, the gentle nights, the dawns of Bahia de Los Angeles down in the peninsula.
The blood and ink spilled on the battlegrounds of a war lost before it began.
Red like the heart, yellow like the fire, orange as the light.
Some days all of this will make sense. The humbleness of things not going your way, not going as predicted.
For now huddle with your familiars, write manifestos, memorize lines of poetry
To leave as flowers as you bid your adieu.
In the end nothing mattered, not eloquence, preparedness, not even expertise.
It boiled down, as it always boils
In love, in war, in politics.
These scars will become constellations.
I recently switched to an IPhone.
I was always an Android/PC person, but did it all for the camera (and the IPhone 7 larger screen, which brings it closer to a tablet). Today after some research I downloaded ProCreate, a painting and layering app and Tayasui Sketching, a drawing and watercolor app. I’m looking forward to exploring them with my Sensu brush. The layers aspect of ProCreate pushes this app beyond what I was used to with Paint Commander, my Android painting app. If I don’t sound as my usually excited self is because I’m still numb.
The spontaneous construct above was an experiment with ProCreate inspired by Rothko, some photographs I took in September in Baja California, the recent elections and the high-strung feeling running through social media- especially related to some alarming episodes of intolerance already happening.
I guess things have to fall apart before they are made anew, and I guess the heart has to break in a myriad of pieces to become a mosaic, a kaleidoscope. This was the autumn of earthquake faults and fractures, of buildings and people.
There is a Japanese custom of repairing broken antique vases with gold, making the wound not only visible, but the whole more precious for having being shattered.
I was dead then alive. Weeping then laughing. The power of love came into me and I became fierce like a lion then … then tender like the evening star.
I fear you might have given up on me.
Here is what I have to show from the months of June – September: the publication of my first academic research paper, presented to the Association of Collegiate Schools of Architecture (ACSA) International Conference in Santiago de Chile. I went there in June, and from there onto Buenos Aires.
This, and irresponsible happiness.
Late September was Baja California, Mexico, and its searing sunrises. Halloween saw me as Frida; Diwali, the Indian Festival of Light ( October 30- November 3) saw my home, and heart, ablaze.
“Being a candle is not easy; in order to give light one must burn first.”
Happy last night of Diwali, the Indian Festival of light. This is a time where light banishes darkness,a time of renewals and new beginnings.
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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray