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A fleeting sensation, an expansion of a single moment, a connection between what is felt and what is known. A temporary recipient of memory. A wave of the ocean that decided to embark on a journey. A fragment of vibration in slow motion, melted by space, sustained by a mystery we all posses, in the very making of our cells, the same way the Universe holds it in all the stars and the distances that make it.
I rest in this knowing, feeling my path, gliding like a bead on a DNA spiral of an intention. I am one with the mirror I find here, the portal to oneness, the dream that becomes.
A thought, undeniable, like the foam of an ocean wave.
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There is a certain pace at which life makes sense just the way it is. A pace at which you can actually feel the moments.
A pace at which your cells know their true path.
A pace at which you understand why some things exist and others don’t, and why you are among the first.
A pace at which you know how and why things happen.
A pace at which you grasp the wordless definition of time, a definition given by your soul, and not by man-made mechanisms.
A pace at which your body is grateful.
A pace at which you can let go, and keep only what resembles your sacred making.
A pace at which the skin of an orange slice doesn’t break, when parted from its sisters, at which your gaze heals another human being, a pace at which all life around you acknowledges you with every step you take, a pace at which you can actually share your experience.
At which you observe the traces of life on a glass window and the traces of what was, on your heart.
At which you give no one proof of being worthy, because everyone already knows it.
At which your atoms remember when they were immaterial silence and light.
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Many may not understand this about me, but in my mind I always chose the most rewarding path. I chose to be, to understand, to take it all in as often as life allowed me to. I chose to live, not like it’s the last day of my life, but as if I would live forever. I chose to stand for what mattered to me, not because I have a problem with authority, but because I believe that the Universe shared that authority with all of us. I chose not to play by a rule which did not make sense to me. I chose to walk away from what did not reflect any part of me. I chose to grow. I chose to know. I chose to take my time, to breathe. I chose to be the moody line I was meant to be. I chose to stop. I chose to ask the question no one wanted to ask. I chose to remain misunderstood, rather than not at peace with myself. I chose to do my best, even if no one saw or gave a f… about it. I stood by the ugliness of my creation, whichever that was, even if there was no way to translate it into beautiful words. I chose to have patience. It didn’t always work, but I always tried. I chose to live my life by my choices, rather than accept a path that was pre-chosen for me, because I believe life is not worth living otherwise.
I choose to permeate every moment.
I choose to make sense of it and remember.
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Sometimes I paint and draw to make the last night’s dream… stop chasing me…
Every shape, every shade is a compromise I make. They may not look that way, but they are – every line, every color I choose over another, sends me in another Universe. I embrace one and let a hundred others fall away.
A spa for my memory, it rearranges everything. It’s dangerous because it’s hard to choose to stop the creative wave which is already flowing. It hooks your soul, bound to transform and transport you…
But then I fall asleep and dream again…
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…it wasn’t the object, it was the light through it.
If you put 10 photographers in the same room and give the same type of camera and a glass on a table, and tell them to take a picture, you will get 10 different ways in which you can see that glass.
We all have a different relation with light. Some like it dim, some like it bright, some like clear details, some only live for the trails of movement, others will choose the most unrecognizable angle of that object, just to play with your mind.
In the end, what we choose to see and to remember about it – is what we think is the truth.
Light becomes the intersection between our perspectives and a global language for our subjectivity.
… credeam că e obiectul, dar, de fapt, era lumina ce trecea prin el.
Iei 10 fotografi, le dai același tip de cameră și un pahar pe o masă să-l fotografieze, și obții 10 feluri de a vedea fotografic acel pahar.
Fiecare avem o relație personală diferită cu lumina. Unora le place mai slabă, altora mai puternică, unii preferă detaliile clare, alții savurează cadrele ce surprind urma unei mișcări; mai sunt și cei care aleg cel mai neașteptat unghi al obiectului, doar ca să se joace cu reacția publicului.
În final, ce alegem să vedem și să memorăm despre ceva, este varianta noastră de adevăr.
Lumina devine astfel locul în care perspective diferite se intersectează, reîinnoind constant limbajul global al subiectivității noastre.