Candlelight

Cinemagraph experience

Nobody is any longer surprised by an old gif image, so popular in banners, some profile pix. However, Jamie Beck & Kevin Burg managed to take the simple gif principle to a new – artistic- level, a result of their collaboration called ’cinemagraph’, which is practically, a static photograph with some moving elements in it.
I felt really enthusiastic about this great idea (not only me, obviously, I’m pretty sure you will find more examples in the web) and decided to try my hand at it.
So, that’s my first try, a summer cinemagraph.
Time stops when you look at the sea…

sketches & flashbacks

So, here it is, a memory. First so vivid, you can almost touch it.
City’s buzzing and hustle and bustle die away. Warm photo filter on.

Each time a lonely fast car races past the window deep in the night, I wonder what´s the driver’s story. If he’s going back from a party or hurries to someone, or just likes night and speed. I will never know. The memory of the car racing by fades away.
Even that vivid memory does. A full 3-d picture with its words, looks and smells gradually turns into a sketchy drawing. A sketch preserving just most essential lines and points are much easier to zip. The memory is stored away and then pushed back by the new fresh ones to ever farther corners of one’s (sub)conscious.
And then you pass that very building, those very windows and – flash! – here they are. Nice trick, show me some more... All right, she was wearing a black shirt. Or was is a blue top? It was around midnight I think. Or? Was it warm? Logically, not. Logically? What did he say? I don’t.... remember.

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We can never RELIVE memories. The mind tries to trick us each time someone takes up this risky enterprise. It fills in the sketch on it’s own, with its colours, emotions, and voices, slipping us its own ‘reproduction’. Some details, the ones we paid attention to in that very moment turn into a kind of mental hooks which the mind resorts to when unzipping a memory.
There are just a few, lived so vividly, whose memories have so many ‘hooks’ that they dig deeply inside and you say ‘it’s like it was just yesterday’.

…“Remember we were on our way back from Sagrada Familia? You said you always wanted to take a picture here”. “Hmm”, you nod smiling at the memory creeping in and unfolding.

Flashback.

about targets

Aim at the moon. Even if you miss, you'll end up among the stars.

Drowning in the sea of light. Barcelona

all the beauty of light pollution

about raindrops & cognition

Previously it never crossed my mind how raindrops stay on the vertical glass surface. Just like them, drops of emotions linger on my hair ends, and when they merge together, unable to hold on, they dribble down flooding all around. And I stand in this 'emotion column' and wherever I look – everything is fancifully distorted, like viewed though a liquid water prism. Or sometimes it doesn’t give them time to come out to the surface, for public inspection, and they seethe silently inside, like a gently boiling broth. May it come out, everyone will see it in their own way, because right in this moment everyone is bathing in their own feelings, lives with their own life experience.

Too bad, we’ve only verbal and visual means of expressing our perceptions. All means will always remain INDIRECT. Technically, why not: that is maybe the root of diversity. But on the other hand, that a real pity that a DIRECT way doesn’t exist, that is just PASSING one’s emotions to someone else, grow them in the hands – weightless colorful mass – and place them right into their hands, so that they could see them and feel them TRULY.

Sometimes it makes me scared to think that no one ever saw this world.

Life of Shadows

mental traffic

...look how they shine in you

about night time

Keeping closer
Tasteless notions
Rigid forms and
Restless nights
Breathing deeper
Willing stronger
All the days among all rights

Time slips slowly
Creeping past me
Gripping was left behind
Unforgiving un-remaining
Un-returning more than dust

Ringing louder
Squeaking whaling
My regret fills up my mind
I believe it
I can’t leave it
All alone in empty heart

Motions soften
Voices deepen
Moments get revealed in dark
I will stay here
Still and voiceless
Moonglow filling up my night

about train talks with self

Roman Window Series

Episodio 1. Buongiorno, Roma.

Episodio 2: La Schiuma dei Giorni (Foam of Days)

Episodio 3: "...e perche è più importante stare bene che essere felici..." ("...and why it is more important to feel good than to be happy..."

Episodio 4: Blank spaces

Episodio 5: "...perche essere felici per una vita intera sarebbe quasi insopportabile..." (Because being happy all life long would be almost unbearable")

about sun-days

i love it that in English it's called 'SUNday', the day of the sun. Spain is a sunny country and yet, now in winter each time I feel sun rays on my cheeks and neck, it feels like a caress and they make me smile.