Sunday 11 October 2015

L'Aphélie

This series was realised in the south of France during the few days of July 2012 when the Earth was at its longest distance to the sun. 
This appears to be a time of lowest speed in the orbit.
PASCAL AMOYEL

Thursday 27 August 2015


JOSÉ LUIS GUERÍN, Tren de Sombras

Sept. 18th - Cold and rainy all day. This A.M. I cooked some watermelon preserves with lemons. Dr. Wasson is still here. 

Feb. 11th - Ellen is 19 today. Pa gave her a gold necklace. Miss Mary Haley gave cuffs and collar and wheelbarrow needlebook and silver thimble. Sis and Squire took Ma with them to Rodes (?) to spend today. Very rainy. Pa and Miss Mary went to Lex., Mr and Mrs. Walton to Stanford. This P.M. M(?) Oliver Redd, Geo. Burch, S.R. Smith Jr. and Mrs. Smith and Marie called. Mrs. Frank Houghton died at noon. I finished Mr. Pettie's letter this P.M. All but Pa, Ma and Henry went to the Literary Society tonight, I had to read, was awfully embarrassed. Ben Crenshaw brought me home. The night is lovely. Got home at 11. Last bed time 12.

Wednesday 26 August 2015

a escrita que nos leva

"a ver em cada corpo uma espessura própria"
MARIA GABRIELA LLANSOL

Saturday 15 August 2015

the art of presence

pequenas filmagens minhas

I am lying on a hammock, on the terrace of my room at the Hotel Mirador, the diary open on my knees, the sun shining on the diary, and I have no desire to write. The sun, the leaves, the shade, the warmth, are so alive that they lull the senses, calm the imagination. This is perfection. There is no need to portray, to preserve. It is eternal, it overwhelms you, it is complete.
ANAIS NIN

Sunday 2 August 2015

a minute

where i am is here


Where I am is here is social without story. It shows people, unknown to them, living and working and doing things with a kind of quotidian care and love, above all it shows a kind of calm survival, a getting-on-with-it, whether in the cleaning of or traversing of a street or the putting up of a new city. It does all this by forcing nothing, by allowing images their own voice. It is meditative and calm; its seeming structurelessness is a deception; its images are reverberative, as in all working poetic structure. 

Its final section is entitled The Bravest Boat. Images of a small boat on a calm pond, then images of a roaring fall of water. Images of all kinds of fire, then images of the cityís insurance buildings and banks. Images of the waterfall, then images of lions, caged. Where I am is here is a focus on the tenousness of the journey to wherever it is we are, and the giving over of the self, first to the seeming shapelessness and meaninglessness then the unexpected shapeliness and beauty of where it is we are, and last, a suggestion that we simply give ourselves over to the astonishing and everyday richness of the experience of being here.

Saturday 9 May 2015

"...o sentimento de que há que viver a vida, que não vai durar muito. 
Fazemo-lo cantando, bebendo e pensando, que é dizer, sendo artisticamente tristes, sendo nostálgicos."
recebi um e-mail:
"it's time to wear flowers in your hair"

“Encontro e separação, sedução, e adeus para sempre 
– estas são as coisas mais importantes que existem nas nossas vidas.”
OTAR IOSSELIANI