Showing posts with label Carpathians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carpathians. Show all posts

Monday, 1 June 2009

to breathe between earth and sky


















J’ai envie de partager la beauté. Il me semble anormal et inquiétant que l’on ne s’interroge pas sur la qualité de l’espace et du temps. Respirer entre ciel et terre et en être conscient est une chose absolument stupéfiante. C’est une chance inouïe et nous la gaspillons. Je repère immédiatement les personnes conscientes de cela. C’est facile à voir. C’est dans les yeux.

Claude Margat


I wish to share beauty. It seems strange and worrisome to me that one doesn't ask questions about the quality of space and time. To breathe between earth and sky and to be aware of that is something totally stupefying. It is an incredible stroke of luck and we waste it. I immediately spot the persons who are conscious of this. It's easy to see. It's in the eyes.



upon reading this in an interview with the French poet and painter Claude Margat, i thought that this was exactly what i had in vain sought to write for the profile/presentation of my 'floating bridge of dreams'... (and of all my photography odyssey, if such a presentation were to be required some day). now i am happy about that failure, the overwhelming wonder of such an encounter is more than i could have ever wished for. for those of you who read French - or learn to read French - go here for the whole interview, it is superflous to say that i highly recommend it. ah and what he says about calligraphy as well...

Sunday, 15 February 2009

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

this world of ours






Walking up a mountain track, I fell to thinking. Approach everything rationally, and you become harsh. Pole along in the stream of emotions, and you will be swept away by the current. Give free rein to your desires, and you become uncomfortably confined. It is not a very agreeable place to live, this world of ours.








When the unpleasantness increases, you want to draw yourself up to some place where life is easier. It is just at the point when you first realize that life will be no more agreeable no matter what heights you may attain, that a poem may be given birth, or a picture created.



Natsume Soseki, The Three-Cornered World

Friday, 30 January 2009

Thursday, 8 January 2009