Color in drops

New travels and enquiries

2010-02-07T06:37:00.000-08:00

I am once more gone away from home, again in a little cute town in Les Pays Bas. I have discovered many many things here, among which both happiness and hard work. And I've discovered beauty that I am more than willing to share with any eager eye. The beauty that I see might sometimes be trivial, unexpected or thoroughly complex, but nevertheless universally accepted as being remarkable.

Le mal ou le final

2009-06-03T06:04:00.000-07:00

Nettoyage de ton coeur,
« Ca fait mal ! »
Tu peux dire.
Sans savoir vraiment
Qu’est-ce que c’est: le mal.

La métamorphose
N’est jamais complete.
Le papillon n’est pas juste un papillon.
Ou vont les papillons quand il pluie?
Quel est le but final?

A Plus B equals...

2009-06-03T05:54:00.001-07:00

Who said addition is commutative was definitely wrong. The first element in an addition, the element before the plus sign is always the most important one. It is actually the first, the first on which your eyes lay upon. And the second is nonetheless the second. And that's the way it is.

Poppies

2009-06-03T05:47:00.001-07:00

Spring is gone. Living in your own season is what gives you thrill of being unique, what gives your the right to feel whatever you want to feel. Unless you still need time to figure this out. Yes, the calendar tells me spring is gone. Or maybe not just yet.

P.S. The poppy is the symbol of death. By the way, this reminds me of the town of Ypres, in Belgium, a relic of the First World War. Ypres and its fields of poppies and grave stones in the remembrance of all that blood shed.

The word of the day: symbolism.

White and green, snow and trees

2009-04-20T04:03:00.001-07:00

Now that spring has definitely come (the 25+ degrees outside certify this) we will see no more snow. But some of us still think about winter. Passing through seasons is not always such an easy thing to do, especially if you are a dreamer (no, not me; not necessarily).

The word of the day: white.

Wall abstracts

2009-04-17T06:58:00.000-07:00

Walls are just walls sometimes. And some other times they are more than walls.

Je me souviens

2009-04-15T15:47:00.000-07:00

I remember few things if I look back to specific events. But I remember these things that I have actually lived. Lived in the true sense of living. Like a walk in the park. Like a line in a movie. Like a deep fragrance. Like a train ride. Oui, je me souviens peu de choses.
Quite funny if you think that "je me souviens" is the official motto of Quebec. The architect had these words carved in stone above the Quebec Parliament's door. And it is even funnier if you think that it appears that he has not left any document explicitly stating the intended meaning of the motto. Donc, je ne me souviens rien.

La tortue de la vie

2009-04-15T15:18:00.000-07:00

Voila, une miroir.
Tu peux te voire -
Et tu es vieux.
Comme une tortue.

La tortue de la vie.
En passant au banlieu de ton coeur
Tu te souviens des sentiments.
C'est fragrant.

La lumière te montre
Seulement
Peu de choses.
Comme ça, tu mens.

Val Thorens

2009-04-13T04:11:00.001-07:00

Skiing is an activity that somehow gives you freedom. The freedom to ski on your own tracks, the freedom to choose off-track routes (hence, the freedom to fall and laugh). The freedom to enjoy the clouds (up to even 3,500 meters), the freedom to ski through fog. Even though there are tracks designed by other humans that might restrict your freedom, you still have a huge palette of choices. In fact, this is life: joggling with choices in order to be/feel free.

[Val Thorens in daylight]

[Val Thorens at night]

Hier

2009-04-10T08:48:00.000-07:00

La tempête vie dedans toi.
Et ton doigt
Montre l'horizon.

Malheuresement,
Rien est visible
Et Toujours n'existe pas.

Aujourd'hui est devenu passé
Tu peux mettre ton épaule.
Mais domage - elle est partie.

Sans rien dire.
Une mirage.
On a oublié d'sourire.

Reflejo[s] o pensamiento[s]?

2009-04-09T13:50:00.000-07:00

Todos tenemos nuestras preguntas, y tal vez nunca respuestas. Sin embargo continuamos a preguntar. Eso es evolucion. Nada es cierto en este mundo, y nada mas inseguro que nuestro corazón. El universo entiero - una pregunta. Pero jamas contestable en su esencia.

En passant

2009-04-09T12:50:00.000-07:00

Tiens !
C’est la vie même.
Ça marche devant tes yeux.
Et tu ne peux pas l’accaparer.

Tu peux pas dire « Arrête ! »
Et les hommes marchent
Sans tourner chez toi.
Ou est le charme du gris ?

Tu avais oublié que les roses sont roses,
Et il faut une événement choquant
Pour ouvrir ton esprit.
Tu avais oublié tant de choses !

Sky-ways

2009-04-09T12:35:00.000-07:00

Aspiring to more, to higher, to straight, to pure, to the absolute. Wandering through heights, getting an infusion of light and truth, right in your face. Mixing life with deep artificiality renders humanity in oneself. But getting to acquire the meaning of life is the hardest part. some time ago I used to put equivalence marks between life and love, as I thought one derives from the other, and vice-versa. But recently I have realized that I know hardly anything about any of the two. It is more beautiful without knowing anything, though. At least this is what "Last tango in Paris" tells us. Meanwhile, mixing pure life onto a human mundane network, blended on a divine sky is what gets to me.

Light upon dark

2009-03-22T04:41:00.000-07:00

Leaving things incomplete is what gives them a brush of perfection. To say you would someday come back to a certain object or action, to examine it more thoroughly or to merely continue your activity upon it, means deceiving into perfection. But nobody says deceiving is wrong. Most of all, there is no right or wrong, from an objective point of view. And we are solely humans, dreadfully encompassed in subjectivity. We think and judge that this or that might be good or bad, right or wrong, but we must and should admit that such thing does not exist. It may not exist in an objective universe. We are but subjective points in an objective universe, points that do not even matter in the huge spick and span existential whole. What matters is the acknowledgement of our own selves, the existence inside our conscience. Depending on the individual, this conscience can be sometimes located in the soul and sometimes in the brain. There is no rule, there are just individual unique, irrepetable cases. Admitting a huge world outside ourselves, while being utterly subjective and conscious of ourselves, means leaning towards universability and profound understanding.

Ou...

2009-03-20T07:40:00.000-07:00

Point ou plan.
La géométrie n'a pas d'importance
Quand on parle de l'âme;
Une âme qui se veut très urbaine.

Ronde ou rotonde.
La lumière est si inflexible,
Donner plus de raisons
À tout le monde.

Curiosité ou folie.
Nous tous avons des origines.
On doit leurs permettre
Juste d'apparaître.

La répétition

2009-03-20T07:15:00.000-07:00

La répétition peut
Attraper ton secret -
L'oiseau de l'esprit -
Mais mentenir une enigme,
Au même temps.

Mais l'infinite peut pas
Corriger la fluctuation.
Il ammene le moyen age
De la vie.

En émettant radiation
Et couleur,
La répétition
Te fait sourire.

La montre du temps

2009-03-20T06:55:00.001-07:00

Ombrager mon existence,
L'arbre de la connaissance
Ne s'arrête plus de grandir.
Mettre plus de questions,
Vivre ou mourir - le même.

Si savoir
A un pouvoir,
Qu'est-ce que cette Banalité?

Donc je veux juste m'aguerrir
À travers des règles.
C'est un jeu ou un concept?
Créature divine, magique -
Le Temps. Il a un montre.
C'est la sienne.

L'énergie disparaisait
Quand j'étais là,
Au milieu de l'existence.
Mon oreille pouvait pas
Percevoir
Le bruit de mon âme.

L'absolut

2009-03-20T06:47:00.000-07:00

On peut prendre l'argument,
Souligner
Une telle erreur.
Mais jamais le Tout savoir.
Condamnes juste d'avoir tort,
D'etre pas sûrs,
On peut seulement deviner.

Le jazz sourit,
L'orage s'arrete.
Le vert paraît plus lumineux.
Lorsqu'elle vie dedans nous -
C'est la tempête.

Un doigt montre l'absolut:
Pleut-il aux rayons?

Dream vision[s]

2009-03-20T05:44:00.000-07:00

Dali or Tzara tell us it is possible to mix things through imagination, through dream. Mix words, images, lettres, sounds. Mix believes and utterances of your soul. But what happens when you mix color and glass? Glass is one of the many symbols of surreality. And color...what is color? Is it part of the image? But what is the smallest bit of the image? It cannot be the point, as the point doesn't exist, geometry says. What you see is never what you think it is. It is much more beyond that.

All these are results of the lens watching through pieces of more or less colored glass, be it round, square or indefinite-shaped.

Framing Gent

2009-03-20T04:49:00.000-07:00

Watching any country from an upper point makes you realize how big you are. Big in your own eyes, big in the eyes of somebody that is important to you. And as long as you are big to your own self, you are big to the whole world. Your inner subjectivity makes you have this selfish and egocentric view upon everybody else. Upon everything else. Every roof that you see makes you even bigger. Trying to raise is what gives you freedom of observing. To me, watching Belgium (in fact Gent) from two tall[-ish] points, a castle and a belfry, pieces of long-lasting legends, made me know it better. Made me know myself better.

Backwards

2009-02-21T04:21:00.000-08:00

Evolution is what heavily lies on our shoulders. As long as there is time, there would also be alteration. And being conscious of our human state, we ought to model this alteration into a positive form. Ought we not? Nevertheless, acknowldging shape means regression through time. The word of the day: movement.

[6 a.m. Brussels North train station]

Sur la vie

2009-02-21T03:15:00.000-08:00

Soutenir l'imagination contre la vérité,
Transmettre le pouvoir aux choses entieres,
C'est implacable exister
Et faire dormir
Ce que la vie contient.

Sous le stylo d'un ecrivain ou d'un poète
Les mots qui coulent sont des oiseaux trop libres.
Le difficile a disparu; il n'y a pas d'effort.
Son âme, l'ésprit, est imbattable.

La liberté est une pensée, une langue, un sentiment,
Mais ce n'est pas déterminant -
De l'avoir.
On a la possibilité de choisir,
Si regarder ou pas dans une miroir.

La bibliothèque:La statue qui saute:L'atelier:
[Pièces du Gand]

Blankenberge en detail

2009-02-15T10:33:00.000-08:00

Today memories struck me. I got struck by images, by fragments of hapiness and joy. Our memory doesn't hold continuous, fluid souvenirs, but what persists in our brain is the mere fragment. And this is what I want to enhance, with vivid portions of color. I raise the glass to the moments spent there, the Belgian sea side: Blankenberge, a hurtingly beatiful city as I recall it, even through some bare cold shy sun rays.

Sofia dreaming as the morning grew into noon during our train trip:

Perceiving the perspective[s] of our empty train:
Blur view:
More blur [upon Sofia]:
A tiny sea bird resting still:
View from the peer - the crane:
Sea frame:
The peer:

Intermingling sand and sea:

Pieces of sand and buildings:

A closer look at the rusty sand:
Some rare straws:
Light into the sea:

As evening fell upon us:
And it grew even darker while walking into the sea:

The mist lay upon the view:

And the final sunset:

Dynamics in stillness

2009-02-15T04:18:00.000-08:00

It is quite intriguing to observe how music matches your inner thoughts and movement. Sometimes the dynamics of rythm overlaps your own feeling and you feel running through time and space. Other times you feel still and conscious. But nevertheless the recklessness of your soul gathers in one point. This is where it all starts. The word of the day is music.

The start

2009-02-13T07:01:00.000-08:00

Today I decided I have to upload some of my photos, to let them have a place of their own, apart from my hard disk[s]. Beauty resides in every small piece of our world, and evidence of it lies at our feet. Just an inch away did I find my inner peace together with equilibrium in shape and color. What I pretend is to possess the ability to see the world in my own words. And this is how I am going to show it to you. Infinity is the word of the day.