The gentle, dangerous, dreamlike…

“…we are both utterly captivated by the problems of light, the gentle, dangerous, dreamlike, living, dead, clear, misty, hot, violent, bare, sudden, dark, spring like, falling, straight, slanting, sensual, subdued, limited, poisonous, calming, pale light. Light.”

(Ingmar Bergman, The Magic Lantern)


– para R.C. –

I am scattering like light

“Today I am a small blue thing
Made of china, made of glass
I am cool and smooth and curious, I never blink
I am turning in your hand
Turning in your hand
I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against your fingers
I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky
I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light
Scattering like light
Scattering like light…”

(Suzanne Vega, Small blue thing)

Precise

“I have a feeling of complete balance. The sea, the house, the loneliness, the light. Everything is clearer. Much more precise. I have the feeling that I am living on a limit, and I’m crossing that limit sometimes.”

(Ingmar Bergman, The Magic Lantern)

Shades of red

“Ever since my childhood I have pictured the inside of the soul
as a moist membrane in shades of red. (…) Life has precisely the value one puts on it.”

(Ingmar Bergman, The Magic Lantern )

– I wish you all a Creative New Year. And thank you so much for still being here.-

Winter morning

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”

(Emily Dickinson)

Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

My winter sun

“My sun sets to rise again.”

(Robert Browning)

Contrast (a self-portrait)

“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.(…)
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

(Michael Cunningham, The Hours)

Self portrait (or What have you done…)

“I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour
to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my
world.”

(Virginia Woolf, The Waves)

A room

“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.”

(Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight)