Sad eyes

"Sad eyes need less questions and more hugs."
Traduttore tradittore

Eclipse's power

When watching we forget everything else. The same happens when chasing for shooting stars.
Nature has this power..

Acrobats

            They have to bend or they might fall.
             I do the same when necessary.

The hate-tobacco campaign was a success!

Smoking required. Free-indoctrination area.

Equipotent forces

Equipotent forces during all our lives.

Set free

Gardening

          

              I'm starting to take care of a new garden in my dreams.

Sometimes...

...oh sometimes!

Sunrise

It happens everyday and it is always magical.
I remember the first time and the last time I saw it.
Wanna see it one more time, one more time, one m...



Image: Ernest Sch, May, 16, 2003 North Zurich, Switzerland

Ephemeral's impact

It came, it greeted, it left.
Nobody forgot.

Eternal battle

I didn't sleep well because at 11 a.m. I have an appointment.
Sometimes it seems that there's a force always making us get out of our center and the struggle to regain this position, to regain our axis is endless.
Some situations are so distant from what... I don't wanna say too much.
Just have to save energy to go and wait for the next fight.
Don't forget to smile.
Written listening to Ella Fitzgerald "So In Love", Norah Jones "Come away with me" and Rod Steward "Handbags and Gladrags"...

Update September, 7:
Wow! I never do this kind of post. I feel like deleting it but the image is beautiful. If you're curious everything went well and the problem is about to be solved. Why do we worry so much?

Water, colors... sea

I envy surfers and love these colors.

Dedicated to my psychoanalyst / Dedicado a minha psicanalista

There is a very special person in my life that made me find a comfortable space for this feeling of being out of place.


Há uma pessoa muito especial em minha vida que me fez achar um espaço para o sentimento de estar fora do traço.
Você sabe que é você.

Shallow roots by Jason Stillman

Simple and deep: perfection.

Rain drops

Rain drops gently, peacefully, silently
falling.

Take some wine

Sometimes the world invites but it's hard to join the party.

Raining rain

                             Again!

Egberto Gismonti: Água e Vinho (water and wine)

Just listen.

Shooting Star

My friend Ed Lascar shared this picture at FB and I felt like sharing it too.
I only saw a shooting star once and as it was during the dawn I was so amazed that there were no time to think about making a wish.
I also do not believe that this phenomenon is of any help in what the earth is concerned.

Astrid Bartel

I'm finally joining Google+ and trying to learn everything again. I found Astrid Bartels digiArt and I loved it. She has numerous amazing works and surely I'll be publishing some of them.

The most incredible about internet is that we can find art being created by many people that are not at the market. I think that lately the art market lost it's way and money is intervening in the appreciation of art.

The last century's artists had to follow the known protocols if they wanted their work to be exposed but there were boundaries and it was the artists who were more on command and were respected by art dealers and by art collectors.

Things are a little bit upside down now and some works of art that are of dubious quality are on museums, galleries creating a kind of post-modernist Rococo with little room for subtle and... innovation.
Let's see what happens.

I just found this great article by Donald Kuspit.
"Art has never been independent of money, but now it has become a dependency of money."
Donald Kuspit

At the computer

Always searching for something new.

Life, oh life, oh life...

Keep it simple.

Tango

Formed from African beats, Indian rhythms, Latin influences, and the popular music of the pampas in Argentina.

As they did with many other dances, Europeans adopted the Tango and made it their own.

It is the dance of joys and dramas of love.

Beautiful and inspiring.

From DeviantArt

A touch of freedom.

Image: by ~firesign24-7 at DeviantArt

Last post of the year: Happy 2012

Happy New Year!

Hope your dreams come true.

A touch of red

She is smiling, I smile back.

Image: "The fallen lip" by Sarah Illenberger

Hat tip to Enrique at Philosophisches and Literariches.

Wishing-list from childhood

A box of 48 colored pencil in a box of iron was on my mind when I was a child. Cardboard box would ruin it all.
It is still expensive, I guess, but I think I'll have it one day and I hope they smell good.

The doorway therapy

I did read this study by Professor Gabriel Radvansky about the hypothesis that when we pass through a doorway we have memory lapses.

"Recalling the decision or activity that was made in a different room is difficult because it has been compartmentalized."

As a mental health advocate, thus seeing all kind of strange therapies and treatments, I tend to see these hypotheses and their experiments as funny and I cannot help thinking that a new therapy is born: the patient that suffers from a trauma will pass through X number of doorways and will be healed.
The number of doorways will be stipulated after some experiments but we can already give a chart:

- trauma caused by divorce: 10 doorways a day for a period of three months;

- trauma caused by lost job: 5 doorways a day for a period of one month because if one is traumatized by job problems in a era where there are no jobs it makes no sense;

- trauma caused by child abuse: depends on the age of the person but usually 50 doorways a day for two years;

- trauma caused by being in the battlefield: same as for child abuse.

If you have any doubt or want to make your own schedule please contact Dr Embromation Schapiro, M.D., PhD, member of APA, AMA, AACAP, FDA, Harvard researcher, and shareholder of many labs, by sending an e-mail to embromation@hotmail. com but don't forget to take your pills.
Please don't insist: WE DON'T OFFER COMPLETE AMNESIA.

My dog

My dog has cancer.

Nothing else to say now. Be back later.

My house without her? How will it be?

I think I'll leave for a while the day... you know... that day...

I will never let her suffer. Not even for one second.

Update: December, 22
It is very hot now. She stays at the kitchen sleeping the whole day. Hardly asks to be pet.
I'm scared.

Because of the colors

I just wanted to add some colors at this page..

It is a color party.

I like this blog cause I do what I want when I want.