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I will try to do not be boring while trying to learn how to put in phrases what I feel and think.

Massimo Citro, O código básico do universo, p.132

"Nas tradições judaica, cristã e muçulmana, Deus se manifesta como Verbo (Verbum), igual à Palavra (Logos) da filosofia helênica, à qual até o apostolo João faz referência. Na Índia, é o deus Krishna quem cria, por meio do som da flauta. Mesmo nas cosmologias xamânicas americana e africana, o som é responsável pela gênese do universo. O segredo parece estar na interação entre som e matéria; há uma correlação entre o som e um princípio organizador da matéria e o campo das forças informadas.

Há uma direção constante no pano de fundo, organizando o enorme mosaico que está sendo composto. Textos de muitas civilizações, entre elas a egípcia, a judaica e a indiana, descrevem a ação criadora do código básico como já possuindo informação quanto a forma, antes mesmo de se tornar massa. Essa situação poderia ser representada como uma imagem de sombra imaterial do corpo físico, com as linhas definidas, mas intangíveis e invisíveis. Podemos também imaginar o código básico como uma obra coral, harmoniosa e imperiosa, um concerto impressionante de sons que dá ordens às moléculas e recebe resposta delas. Dos imensos buracos atômicos emergem os gritos das partículas, expressões de órbitas assustadoras, até que se transformam num coro harmonioso, todas as moléculas cantando.Há movimento contínuo de ir e vir entre massa e campo e vice-versa - o respirar das coisas.”

just-art:

Holding Infinity by Jeremy Shoop (on Etsy)
Life can be in the palm of our hands sometimes, building towards the future and creating what is essential,  or it can slip through our fingers bringing you down to lowest depths, but the choice is always ours whether to hold the weight or drop it. 
 

just-art:

Holding Infinity by Jeremy Shoop (on Etsy)

Life can be in the palm of our hands sometimes, building towards the future and creating what is essential,  or it can slip through our fingers bringing you down to lowest depths, but the choice is always ours whether to hold the weight or drop it. 

 

Porque sim.

Tudo começava com uma promessa, que se originava de um desejo puro, de uma consciência a principio inocente, jovem e tomada por esperanças de um valor sem limites. Entendida como uma doação sem precedentes, essa promessa verdadeira se fazia tingindo a experiência do individuo de vontade e transcendência. Era assim, ou seria de outro jeito mais feliz? Talvez a promessa fosse para aquele outro e os dois terminassem juntos por fim.

Why?

I never was the best with rules of the formal language. I am still not sure when it is time to punctuate and I lose points when I am writing and can’t say how the words are to be spelled. Nevertheless It does not eliminate knowledge of words and logic to conform forms of Interpretation, that for me was always a battle of concepts and consequences. In the worst times, just consequences.


All I need to say is that I’m a creature that follows some alternative ways every time a glimpse of conscience takes place. At last this is what I ultimately wanted to be. It’s clear for me since my seven years old, probably the first time I traveled around the real comprehension of the words.


That time had come to me with a lie, transforming limitations and to bring the notion that what counts in this world are the consequences, and the ways to it are just beautiful justifications. I lied and it is the first thing I remember. I lied and it was beautiful. People loved the lie and just I had the truth. It was selfish the opposite of all my mother made of my education, but my memory plays it as my most intimate moment of my early age. I truly belived that I was born in a awesome lie.

I learned after, from that day, that everyone that do not discovers your own nature, faces it anyway. And I was truly out of any possibility of making concepts about the untruth. What made of my denotations very proud and sick even when humble. facing a godlike history made inside my mind. All because of a false harmony of putting questions aside, for the protection of meaning in a systematic way of having answers to make my feelings alive. Nothing is so disturbing that can’t be feed to make the best illusions. Paranoia made my mind.

Dream time, to put objectives in line.

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astrodidact:

This isn’t the first time I’ve posted this, and it won’t be the last I’m sure. I just find this incredibly fascinating and beautiful. I am especially intrigued by his use of fractal patterns.

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The work of Louis Wain, who lived between 1860 and 1939, is frequently held up as an example of the…

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noobtheloser:

"Day four hundred and sixty three in captivity. I am crestfallen."

2headedsnake:

Chiara Bautista

septagonstudios:

Marjolein Caljouw

septagonstudios:

Marjolein Caljouw

2headedsnake:

James Roper