Posts from the ‘life is art’ Category
So we just got back from Italy on Tuesday. These are some pictures of Cannaregio– the neighborhood we stayed in Venice–shots of vistas and treatments that you just want to keep staring at so you take a picture and move on. It’s beautiful in it’s rhythm and order; and I would describe it as surreal, but I’m not entirely sure what I mean by that. It is floating and melting and then flooded with colors and details that I thought if I were a decorative painter I would die to get right.
Sophie Calle used to follow people around Paris. If I remember correctly, she once followed a man to Germany having fallen in love with him. Perhaps the act of intentional observation does change not just you, the observer, but also the person observed.
This video creates a feeling that wells up from my solar plexus to my chest and it stays there. One must learn to be earnest; if you were not born that way, it’s too easy to be cynical.
