When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Artists and their strange stories

Today I remembered Fernando Pessoa.
Maybe , because I finished a wonderful book by Silvia Kerim, sensible memories about artists who were her friends or only she admired them and their creations.
But, Fernando Pessoa was something else.His personality is diffused through the heteronyms :Ricardo Reis, Alberto Caeiro or Alvaro de Campos.

Today this is so easy to do that.
More nicknames, more blogs, and more stories.
Maybe it is useful for inspiration or only for fun.

Artists are weird personalities, or only misunderstood creators.
Beyond the way they succeed and the souls they touch, it is their work.
A twine between love and selfishness, genius and fiend.

Artists ...and their strange stories.

1 comment:

Dora said...

Ce coincidenta...zilele astea am vizionat pe dvd un concert al Marizei, o mare cantareata contemporana de fado, ale carei melodii adeseori sunt pe versurile lui Fernando Pessoa...nu ma mai pot satura s-o ascult :)
Si mie imi place Fernando Pessoa, i-am citit Cartea Nelinistirii
Sarbatori fericite si un An Nou minunat!!