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« All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. » Leo Tolstoy
« Do you remember as a kid, as little children, when life was simple and beautiful; when everything was new and completely magical? Do you remember how happy we were? »
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” Aldous Huxley, A Brave New World
« I don’t think of myself as making art. I do what I do because I want to, because painting is the best way I’ve found to get along with myself.»
Robert Rauschenberg
1. Canyon
“Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Scripture of the Golden Eternity
Visited the new Paula Rego exhibition at Casa das Historias, Cascais, on Sunday. Lovely works, very graphic and strong. Really like her work.
Production mode going on. New WEBPAGE in the making. I cant see straight anymore. But almost finished.
Sarah Frances Dias
A vídeo from february. 🙂
Me walking on the beach with my little black notebook full of drawings, words and inspirations. Keep on walking.
Photo at FB page.
1. Sleeping Goddess at the Lost Gardens of Heligan, England. the sleeping goddess
If only I knew where you came from inspiration. If only we could have a serious conversation, and you could tell me, exactly what feeds you and what lets you fly… what nurtures you and what makes you die. But you do not talk to me… instead of that, you seem to like playing Hide and Seek. You like hiding behind the rocks, and letting me chase you like there is no tomorrow. You like watching me wait for you… as the clock ticks those long hours away and I grow even more in despair. I sigh… Why can’t you just show me the hidden secrets of the muses?
And then you come to me. Just like light into darkness, you come to me. You never whisper softly, you more like scare me back to life. Ecstasy starts running in my veins, and my hands get a life of their own.
And then you go again… and nothing is left, except what you and these bare hands created. In those times… the worst… I am left alone again, waiting for you.
” I learned … that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness. ”
Brenda Ueland, 1891 – 1985
A drawing I did, not so long ago. Inspired by an amazing scupture by one of my favorite artists Mr. Rodin. Now it sits in my studio, framed and looking at me. Love. Lets hope the drawing can talk for me, because i am silenced… Rodin has that effect on me.