Be still, walk, run. It does not mean, things do not happen. How you search, or, The way you reach, it's all up to you. (with the hope that it will be humbly) Get knowledge - sense, know, read, understand, search, it's your path, - your life. I create in silence, … Continue reading Create
Sometimes I ask, can you "read"? Probably you can. Then I ask, can you feel? Probably, too. Oh art... Words lead to feelings. A image make you under in feelings. Can you go deeper? Do you really see what is around you? Inside and outside. Feel the most you … Continue reading Questions
The sense of the nonsense, carry a truth, deep down something, the eyes can't see through. Remind us that difference, is also a part of a matter, and no one knows, the nonsense of the sense. Reach out the obvious, on a nonsense stage, but no one listen, a screaming soul, we should … Continue reading Nonsense
When you feel you know, that in stillness I reside, the one that look for purpose inside. It's the true. Feelings are the most pure, of a soul. Genuine ones, make us move with clarity, searching inside, for more. My feelings are complex, that's why I search and rest. And the rest? … Continue reading In stillness
This is not a random thought, that cross my mind in the night, but still it's a thought, or a memory, something in my imaginary. In my deepest creation, that make me under, and dream about possibilities, in this world that I created.
Leaving footsteps in this world, inner and outer come together, gently and softly, with the purpose. Having in mind this line. The small flame next to me, light the space, moving forward, so warm inside. Listen, feel and do.
What is art? In Art History, what is art? Really, what is art? Let's find out... I will not answer. Let's figure out.
I don't know, but I believe I found many pieces of others, and me. I believe that a day I touch a dark part of someone, trying to reach something, that vanish because I couldn't handle, the explanation and the missing pieces. I believe I had to move because, I show the start … Continue reading I don’t know