Perhaps a way to start everything, doing something. What maybe can stop the way of thinking? not doing anything. Everybody can say the most beautiful words in the world, that’s why poetry is super dangerous for the humanity, it makes us to believe in a lie, but intuitive in our emotions, that makes them real, or it is about something else. 9:19 PM in Caffe Reggio again, people talking very soft and elegant, kind of funny because you can see on them a desperate scream coming from their minds, that’s why everything here is so quite shh shh. The coffee is hot and the music super relaxed. Falling in temptation, the easiest way to be destroyed, like a blow to a feather in a strong wind between two rivers, even Faust did, as one of the smartest one. Everything sometimes is easy to fall in the easiest way, creating a lazy environment. Maybe it is because it has to happen, for one unknown reason, everything is already done. Time is to re-discover everything again, in a different or cool way, both are the same at the end. How then we can generate new signifiers? Is there the spontaneity, the unresolved way. Signifiers as something more that we can add to our dictionary of knowledge, looking for a re-interpretation of things with the hole. Making everything very confused, even this text.
Now, everything empty, nothing around, just the sounds of the birds. It is about an uncertain moment. Walking is healthy sometime for planning good ideas, a way to meditate, also considering the things that will appear around you. Now everything so quiet, just the sublime and soft sounds of the people that are talking between each other. Really, here there is nothing interesting, I guess. It is about to copy things that you are looking and transform them in an other replica that you made on it, that easy. Well, is how to test your creativity in a way, or intuition in other words.
Colors around, the blue one as the strongest one to work out, it is because of its high tone I guess. Blue as black and yellow as white where red could be in between. An infinite searching of its morphologic form, I guess something impossible. How to find the form of the color? perhaps by the form of the brush, by how you throw the paint or maybe how you decide to give it its form. It is something about intuition. What makes you to decide which color is the correct and which one not? That’s why that now the people started to be more intuitive in the way of how the things are happening these days. Intuition, probably, as a solution for this eternal search. And what makes you intuitive? It is true that with certain amount of knowledge about the things your spontaneity can be developed as unique and honest in your point of view. It is not that everything is whatever because everything makes sense when everything is connected, it is about how that everything is treated by your intuitive view about the things that are around you that makes you to develop those new things. It is about to go walking in circles trying to find the middle point of your circumference, eternal.
Finally, 5:19 AM in Greenwich Village, a summer to melt in the streets. The colors talked by themselves, it is clear that exists the form of them, the infinite. The sun is rising there far away, the cerulean sky is coming over that huge dark-blue. The birds are singing and everything started to get colors, because the lights to colors, or the colors to lights. Anyway, they change suddenly every second, perhaps of how old is the brick, how long time more has the leaf to stay in the branch or how the water coming from the roof hitting the metal down in the street will make to change its color, everything evolving in something else, it is an infinite process, no reason, being intuitive.
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| Mixture 41, acrylic on canvas, 15" x 15", New York, 2012 |
