Mudec museum in Milan hosts the second photographic exhibition since its opening and has entrusted Liu Bolin with the task of recounting his art in person, with a performance, one month before the opening of the exhibition, expressly created for the MUDEC which has, as a background, the iconic pieces of its permanent collection, and especially with a exhibition “Visible Invisible”.
Emblematic places, social issues, known and secret cultural identities: Liu Bolin endorses the poetics of hiding to become thing among things, to show that all the places, all the objects, even the smallest ones, have a soul that characterizes them and in which one can blend, vanish, identify himself into the Whole: a philosophy born in the East, but which has conquered the entire world, especially the Western one. Continue reading
Σε αυτές τις εκπληκτικές φωτογραφίες του Ρώσου φωτογράφου Andrew Osokin, οι μικρές υδάτινες σφαίρες εντυπωσιάζουν με την απίθανη αρχιτεκτονική τους.
As Britain is lashed by rain and floods, a Russian photographer has captured another side of water in these stunning images of droplets.
They were created around Moscow by photographer Andrew Osokin.
The 50-year-old from Moscow uses macro photography to capture the delicate balance of the liquid forming globes thanks to surface tension.
São Brás de Alportel
is a municipality in the District of Faro in Portugal.
Celebrating life at Easter and shared this enormous street party that is Festas das Tochas Floridas with us
I will share with you her excellent photos and her link for more details!!
Celebrating life at Easter!
HAPPY EASTER JO!!!
……A heart can not turn to stone when there’s a spark of love,
let the beauty of your tomorrows fly in like a white dove.
There’s another out there waiting to show you they care,
keep an open heart and allow them to step in and to share.
Beauty is not just confined to the looks of a beautiful young woman, beauty can come in the forms of nature, of people’s souls, of art and words, and more.
You can choose to see beauty everywhere, or you can choose to remain untouched…..
*The Flautist by Dasha Riley
Where is the real bazaar?
I want to buy an eyeful of kindness.
I want to dress my soul in hyperbole.
There’s a merchant who brings me
a whole spectrum of leaping colour
from the city of desires.
But here at the bazaar at Khojand,
faces are sour, talk is hot
and I long for the cool sweets of Tabriz.
Where is the real bazaar?
The flute-player tells me:
come with your ears used to insults,
and listen to the light recite a prayer to the dark.
Open your eyes used to pale shame
and see the beauty of Truth.
Where is the real bazaar?
The flute-player is there
calling my heart towards his hat
full of old change, but not a single pearl,
and since I am the jewel in the teardrop
I must go.
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“Even if we travel the world to find the beauty, we have to take it with us so that we can always find it”. –
«Ακόμα κι αν ταξιδέψουμε σ΄όλο το κόσμο για να βρούμε την ομορφιά, πρέπει να την πάρουμε μαζί μας για να μπορούμε να τη βρίσκουμε πάντα». –
Where will I find peace
That puts my mind at ease
Where will I find the solace I seek
Would that help me scale happiness peak
I have searched the world
Only to find hearts so cold
People so insensitive n ruthless
My feelings seem so worthless
Tired of wandering & searching
A broken heart I was nursing
Ultimately I sought shelter in solitude
Numb with pain at the worlds attitude
Stop I Did often just to question
What actually was my intention
Tired of running away from reality
I found peace within my own entity
© Aarzoo Mehek
When the warm grains of sand touch our hearts,
we know we’re in the right place…
We travel not to escape life…
but for life not to escape us!!!!
There are many problems in the path of success. To succeed, you have to go through the many obstacles. If you want to shine like a sun, then you must be willing to burn like a sun.
Nothing grows in the place of comfort, If you really want a life as you imagine then you must be willing to work for it.
Uğur Gallen is a photographer who lives in Turkey. The contrast between reflects two different worlds inspired him to portray this in his work.
Τούρκος καλλιτέχνης Ugur Gallen φωτογραφίζει και «συγκρίνει» τις διαφορές ανάμεσα στις ανεπτυγμένες χώρες κι εκείνες που μαστίζονται από συγκρούσεις
Ο Τούρκος καλλιτέχνης προσπαθεί μέσα από τις φωτογραφίες του να καταδείξει τις διαφορετικές συνθήκες διαβίωσης αλλά και ασφάλειας ανάμεσα στις χώρες της Δύσης και αυτές που μαστίζονται από πολεμικές συγκρούσεις.
Take it easy, Sadness. Settle down.
You asked for evening. Now, it’s come. It’s here.
A choking fog has blanketed the town,
infecting some with calm, the rest with fear.
While the squalid throng of mortals feels the sting
of heartless pleasure swinging its barbed knout
and finds remorse in slavish partying,
take my hand, Sorrow. I will lead you out,
away from them. Look as the dead years lurch,
in tattered clothes, from heaven’s balconies.
From the depths, regret emerges with a grin.
The spent sun passes out beneath an arch,
and, shroudlike, stretched from the antipodes,
—hear it, O hear, love!—soft night marches in.
Meditation – Charles Baudelaire
Bloom from decay
Follow moss of black rain
Run towards shattered laughter
Pierce nightly noose as if to welcome him
Wait and stay patient
“Time will arrive soon enough
Though, only few understand”……..
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
An idea is salvation by imagination
Frank Lloyd Wright
There is enough food grown in the world for everyone. And yet we remain stuck in a food crisis. Half the world’s food is lost as waste and a billion people – one in every six of the world’s poorest – cannot access enough of the other half and so go hungry every day. Our leaders have another chance to put that right.
Υπάρχουν αρκετά τρόφιμα που καλλιεργούνται στον κόσμο για όλους. Και όμως παραμένουμε κολλημένοι σε μια κρίση των τροφίμων.
Το μισά από τα τρόφιμα του κόσμου χάνονται ως απόβλητα και ένα δισεκατομμύριο άνθρωποι – ένας στους έξι από τους φτωχότερους στον κόσμο – δεν μπορούν να έχουν πρόσβαση στο άλλο από το άλλο μισό και έτσι πεινούν καθημερινά.
Οι ηγέτες μας έχουν άλλη μια ευκαιρία να το κάνουν αυτό.
“He seemed to know that it was the inner moment I was drawn to and not his clown face or physical appearance”
Bruce Davidson was 24 when he visited the Clyde Beatty Circus. In 1958, combined with the Cole Brothers and Hamid-Morton, the circus raised a gargantuan three-ring tent at the Palisades Amusement Park in New Jersey.
One spring morning Davidson headed off there at the suggestion of Sam Holmes, who was in charge of the picture library at Magnum Continue reading
Have a Happy February!!!
“You are the sky.
Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
Large waves crash over a train as it passes through
Photograph: Toby Melville/Reuters
And as long as you wait for the wheel to turn, life is gone and lost!
You’ve got to have the will to live
You’ve got to have the will to try
Sometimes you gotta walk away, with your head held high
Wipe your tear-stained eye, ’cause you’ve got to keep on trying
The wheels of life, keeps going around
I said the wheels of life, yeah, keep right on going around
Οι ρόδες της ζωής……..
Και όσο εσύ περιμένεις τη ρόδα να γυρίσει, η ζωή περνάει και χάνεται!
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.
* Photo by: Abdullah Evindar