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Francis Bacon
Submitted by daltro on Tue, 02/02/2010 - 20:44Francis is one of the painters i admire, love, and envy the most. one single, unique, unmistakable scream, enough to be heard to the end of this sick and sad civilization.
get drunk!
Submitted by daltro on Fri, 10/09/2009 - 17:35ENIVREZ-VOUS
Il faut être toujours ivre, tout est là ; c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi? De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu à votre guise, mais enivrez-vous!
Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge; à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est. Et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront, il est l'heure de s'enivrer ; pour ne pas être les esclaves martyrisés du temps, enivrez-vous, enivrez-vous sans cesse de vin, de poésie, de vertu, à votre guise.
Charles Baudelaire
(In Les petits poèmes en prose)
...possible (and great, I must say!) translation:
Get Drunk!
Always be drunk.That's it! The great imperative! In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! Don't be martyred slaves of Time, get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
i'm nobody
Submitted by daltro on Sun, 09/13/2009 - 09:49I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Zdzislaw Beksinski
Submitted by daltro on Sat, 09/12/2009 - 15:57not so long ago i found this great polish painter i admire so much today, he inspires me much.
Zdzisław Beksiński (February 24, 1929 – February 21, 2005), who is not well known outside Poland, worked with fotography and sculpture, and in the 90's experimented with digital art. he was a self-taught artist and had some success in the late 60's with his fantastic realism. personally, i prefer his later work.
it seems that he didn't use to give titles to his works.
site design
Submitted by daltro on Mon, 09/07/2009 - 18:26
when i decided to have my own site i didn't have any idea how to make it. i started to search about and learned some basic stuff, enough to start writing html. my first designs were awful and clumsy.
then i experimented with some readymade CMS: Nucleus, Wordpress, sNews, Joomla. finally i chose Drupal. it was a little difficult to learn how to use and adapt it to my needs, but i did. when it comes to design, themes galore, but seldom satisfy me: i always have to make too many changes to the code.
a few days ago i found this "sapo" theme, created by Geoff Hankerson (http://geoffhankerson.com). i love it at first sight, made some changes (it was a bit hard, actually) and started using it.
i think it's the best theme i've ever used.
maybe now i start thinking more of content...
meu habitat atual
Submitted by daltro on Sun, 09/06/2009 - 17:27a few photos of ribeirao preto town center where i'm living since about two years ago, taken from the atelier/apartment windows...
...done
Submitted by daltro on Sun, 05/17/2009 - 14:24...just another still life. because of the grey cloth, i think red apples would have been a better choice, and that was my initial idea, actually. but i couldn't find some good red apples at the time... then i had to use green pears (which became lemon yellow as soon as they began to rip)
still life 2009-05, oil on canvas, 40x50cm
the end...
Submitted by daltro on Sun, 04/26/2009 - 17:11
still life in progress on my painting easel
...one more sunday gets to an end. i could have gotten out of home and tanken many walks around town, to street i don't know. but all the weekend i just didn't get out of my studio. i'm painting again: another still life...
...but tomorrow i'll be back to that prison where the same old forced labour will seem strange to me, as if it were the first time...
freedom
Submitted by daltro on Sat, 09/06/2008 - 15:13Freedom
Oh, what a pleasure
not to follow a duty!
To have a book
and not read it!
Reading is boring.
Studying is nothing.
The sun shines without literature.
Rivers run without original editions.
And the breeze, so natural to the morning, has plenty of time, and no rush...
Books are papers painted with ink.
Studying is something that can´t distinguish nihil from nothing.
The best is the mist.
It doesn´t matter if Dom Sebastião will ever come back.
Great is the poetry, goodness, and the dances.
But the best in this world are the children,
Flowers, Music, Moonlight, and the Sun, whose only flaw
is sometimes burning instead of making life bloom.
And more than anything else, Jesus Christ,
who didn´t know anything about finances,
and never owned a library.
Fernando Pessoa - Cancioneiro - 16/03/1935