silence is my way to talk,
and i read whats not in ink,
but in eyes.
some thing yet remains to be clear,
some curse on my heart,
you need to hear
moments that you give,
that scent of innocence,
out of your immature dance,
it has said so much,
and left plenty.
this drink has a pinch of thirst,
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silence is my way to talk,
“Joana Rosa”, 1986
“O Monstro precisa de amigos”, 1999
“A Máquina”, 2011
One of the main advantages, the one I'll illustrate for you: there are a lot of festivals, events, exhibition and you can imagine yourself living in more than one epoch...
These are photos I took the last 4-5 days at the Medieval Festival. Very easy to imagine oneself living in that epoch in a city like Sibiu (Hermannstdt). Downtown, everywhere you turn old houses and chrches and fortifications reminds you of the time of Draculya, Vlad the Impaler...
Tive hoje um sonho delicioso. Um daqueles sonhos de que não queremos acordar. E, curiosamente, consegui continuá-lo após uma ida sonâmbula ao quarto-de-banho.
Não foi propriamente o sonho ideal. Se é que há sonhos ideais.
Just a reminder and a moment of silence to mark the passing of Vincent, this tortured soul who distiled such beauty from his torment...
Special thanks to authors Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith for their splendid biography of Vincent, one of the most comprehensive, well written and probably true of all books ever written on Vincent's life (and there are plenty!)
In my experience, yes.
Of course, it depends on many things. There are all kind of depressions and, maybe, when you are at the latest stage, when nothing counts any more and you just want to curl in the fetal position and hope to die, well, maybe then art wouldn't do the trick...
It depends, also, if you are just an art amateur or an art creator (no matter if you are any good, if you are famous or not).
I counted about 37-38 self -portraits Vincent Van Gogh painted of himself. There are only 2-3 images of him, painted by others, one a regular portrait made by Van Rappard, another one that I know, a sketch by Toulouse Lautrec... Why this proportion? and why, finally, why did he (or Rembrandt or any other painter) would paint self-portraits?
One reason (valid for Van Gogh and for Rembrandt - the two greatest Dutch painters...) would be the ready availability of the "model".
However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all through the summer afternoon. But what do they do then? -Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own (88)
The well-known first few lines of Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, sum up her thesis neatly; she declares that a woman must have money and a room of her own in order to write.