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Category Archives: DIARY
« All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. » Leo Tolstoy
« All, everythi…
INVISIBLE LINES OF BEAUTY
“The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.”
Albert Einstein
AWAY FROM URBAN LIFE
« 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? »
DREAM LIKE
” I think it’s a lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
WALKING AROUND LISBON
“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
PAULA REGO
Visited the new Paula Rego exhibition at Casa das Historias, Cascais, on Sunday. Lovely works, very graphic and strong. Really like her work.
URBAN LIFE
Walking around Lisbon to a little fishing shop.
INFINITY EXHIBITION
Tagged Art, art exhibition, artist, hotel, paintings, Photography
WEBSITE
Production mode going on. New WEBPAGE in the making. I cant see straight anymore. But almost finished.
MY ART
Sarah Frances Dias
A vídeo from february. 🙂
WALKING
Me walking on the beach with my little black notebook full of drawings, words and inspirations. Keep on walking.
Photo at FB page.
LIGHT = INSPIRATION
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.
LOVE
inspired by Rodin
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.
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