Monday, 27 April 2015

self shedding












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8 comments:

  1. poetica gesturilor de zi cu zi. ;-)

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    1. gesturi uitate, nebagate in seama...

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  2. where is the self? er..your camera is five minutes too late!

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    1. haha

      you want to see the self too? i might indulge your wish,just today :-P

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  3. No, that wouldn't be that interesting after all..but the self, shedding skin. well...
    , maybe.

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  4. m-am gandit, cand am vazut, la un titlu al unei carti, un jurnal, am impresia, al lui Gheorghe Craciun -sper sa nu spun prostii si acesta sa fie autorul- Trupul stie mai multe. Dar intoarsa, cumva, fraza: de cate ori am ocazia sa vad ceva surprins static, atunci cand totul se derula, de cate ori intru in contact, adica, cu gesturi de lumina, cu obiecte care au fost atat de aproape de noi, haine care ne poarta, cumva, caldura inca, ma agndesc la asta: ca, poate, trupul nu stie atat cat stiu obiectele din jurul noastru, ca, poate, memoria lor este singura dreapta, obiectiva. Intotdeauna mi-a dat un sentiment de relaxare posibilitatea ca obiectele ar gandi, ar avea considerente, opinii - mult mai detasate decat ale noastre, mult mai fara miza. Imi place sa cred in acest univers al unor vesminte care, calde inca de trup, ar ramane indiferente in fata extinctiei, in fata uitarii,in fata ravasirii de orice fel.

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  5. hi my beautiful friend. this is such a powerful post a masterpiece as usual.
    your textile photos always give me such a strong impression of feeling the material world in the now.the feeling of the touching of my skin and every cell of my body .this feeling creates such a strong impression that it cant be contained in the now I circumambulate through my veins to the present and the future and my flesh becomes a vessel of life giving red light.it is a ritual this dance of red light.

    have a gorgeous summer day.
    sending you golden summer floral kisses.

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