Centre Pompidou: a reflection about the simplicity of life

Centre Pompidou is a modern and contemporary art museum located in Paris. There we can see several famous artists such as Maurice de Vlaminck, Henri Matisse, Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso, among others. A place to admire Cubism, Surrealism and other avant-garde with all its ambiguity and mysterious motifs. After spending about three hours exploring the permanent exposition of the museum I started wondering about the purpose of modern and contemporary art. Differently from the baroque art, the contemporary one is many times only abstractions, often of a psychological nature. As said Constantin Brancusi (a modern painter): “It is the texture of the material itself that dictates the theme and form, both of which should emerge from the matter, not be imposed upon it from the outside.”

Art changes along with the times and explores different facets of reality. While painters would take weeks to portray someone’s face or a landscape some years ago, it can now be done within two seconds in a camera. But technology cannot create abstract scenes. Today’s art is interpretation and each one of us can have different impressions upon the same art.

One of my favorite pieces of the museum is “Automobile in a corsa” from Luigi Russolo. It is a futurist composition that has everything combined to convey the powerful acceleration of the engine and its vibrations. This abstract yet simple painting evokes my imagination and makes me so immerse in the art that is almost surreal.

The contemporary section of the museum features sculptures, paintings and even photographs. They all try to portray life in its simplicity and routine. It shows life in its roots, without spectacle or special scenes to be portrayed. What I like the most in contemporary art is the way it tries to show us how our day by day life can be also a piece of art. In the “Plight” by Joseph Beuys, for example, through its acoustic, olfactory, thermal and visual experience, we can become physically aware of the depth and benefits of silence. Enjoying contemporary art is more than finding something appealing to the eyes, it is finding something incredible about your own life in someone’s else art. What is your interpretation of a certain art? It can be so different from mine. And that is the purpose of this kind of art. It is the voice of the subconscious that speaks.

Contemporary art teached me that every moment of my life is a piece of art. It is not needed to see God or a King to be a special moment worthy of becoming an inspiration. Anything can be art and it is only up to us to see everything that surrounds us as a kind of artistic manifestation. May your routine inspire you.

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Não sei. Sei lá. Mas tenho certeza.

Não sei. Sei lá. Desde que chegastes tudo se tornou indecisão. O colorido tornou sem cores, e o que era sem cores se tornou colorido. Hesitação, dúvida e preocupação. Há uma certeza em mim que é ligeiramente maior que eu. Sem dúvidas o que me cerca me assusta, o que vejo me parece tão nocivo e eu tão fraca e sem jeito. Mas há ali dentro aquela certeza. Se não fosse real me deixaria dúvidas. Mais real que a realidade. Sem tempo nem oscilação.

Se eu olho pela janela e vejo caos e confusão, olho para dentro de mim e vejo uma ligação. O que me liga a meu ser é a certeza. O que me distancia é a dúvida. Não duvide. Sinto meus pés firmes no chão, mas ao mesmo tempo sinto que o solo é uma areia que me puxa. Seguro na serenidade. A paz inabalável do ser. A certeza incontestável do divino.

Devaneios me buscam na madrugada. Medos e perturbações me distanciam de mim mesma. Na chuva de dúvidas eu sigo forte. Tomei um gole de sobriedade e observei a vida lá fora. A verdade crua e nua. A insolência dos passageiros, a correria do que foge de seus problemas. A serenidade luta por encontrar seu lugar mas fica de fora. Egos maiores do que os seres, verdade mais ocultadas do que instigadas. O cérebro humano tenta reparar os seus erros como uma máquina. Os humanos, por sua vez, usam seus cérebros como um erro. E assim, sucessivamente, a roda da vida vai se distanciando cada vez mais daquilo que é verdadeiro.

Levo a certeza. Busco a serenidade. E num mundo onde o caos dá força à depravação, estar firme é apenas um ponto de equilíbrio. Estar consciente é uma verdadeira proeza e estar feliz mera insanidade.

Old Beat Up Guitar

December. Foggy morning. Nothing to think.

One of my friends called me asking a guitar. “Would you borrow me your guitar for this weekend?”

Why would he want it wasn’t my concern. But my aged guitar was in my abandoned old house. Needed I really go get it? That lazy morning wasn’t inviting me to go out. And the scariest thing was to go to that old house. Not sure if I was ready to see that oldish pictures and that ancient smell.

“Are you sure, dude? Too lazy to go get it” I texted him.

Guilty conscience. I should help a friend and it was quite simple, the house is relatively close to where I currently live.

“Ok, I’ll lend it to you. But only if you go get it with me.”

I haven’t been in that place since I was fourteen (I am 19 now). The street was already giving me goosebumps, It was like going back to another incarnation. How much of me was lost in that street? How far from me am I? That place remembered me when I was really me. No pressure, no pretending. Life was so much purer.

Pictures of my childhood with friends and family hanged out on the walls. Nostalgia. It was only five or six years back in my past. But it was not time that bothered me: it was the amazing pieces of me I have forgotten. Memories are not just memories, they mean much more. How much of your past does your conscious mind remember? Not a lot, I suppose. Our minds can only remind a fraction of what happened, but how can it choose the moments if not filmed or photographed? What we recall means a lot about us: it is fundamental to understand ourselves. Our memories are always a key to understand actual traumas and behaves.

The pictures there enabled me to relive some things. Wish I could be more like a child again.

“Hey. You’re weird. Why do you look so upset?” My friend asked.

“Coming here makes me nostalgic. I feel like going back to the past.”

“Why? Don’t you like the present?”

“I do. But I sense there is something lacking nowadays, something I’ve lost here.”

“Here? In this house?

“Here.” I said pointing to my heart (although I meant my soul).

“Come on, that’s normal, we all miss our adolescence.”

“I miss something in me. I was freer, happier, I don’t know.”

“Of course, you had less work, less responsibility.”

“Do you feel the same?” I asked him.

“Yes. But that doesn’t make me sad. Not always.”

“Don’t you feel there is a part of you missing somewhere?”

“No. Actually, I feel more complete now than ever.”

“I feel more mature and improved. But I feel the absence of true living.”

“Wow, that’s deep. Hmmm, can we get the guitar? We may hang out after and get some beer.”

I nodded.

It was hard to talk to people about so intimate things like this. Even though he was a great friend of mine since the early days he could not understand my internal doubts. I truly felt good but going in that house, that day was something I was not ready for. Maybe I needed to face this.

In fact, it was pretty important.

I spent the next week thinking about that. “Who am now and who were I?”

Many things I have been through in that five or six years made me stronger. Heartbreaks, pain and other experiences. But it also made me tougher in a bad sense. And I shouldn’t. A strong heart should also be able to love.

December. Sunny morning. Many things to think.

I decided to meditate.

Here’s something I’ve learned: when you have many concerns in mind just think about nothing. Many thoughts never lead to satisfactory answers. PICT5943_426x640_.jpg

O que você precisa saber para se sentir completo

Ajai Alai – Invincible, Indestructible.
Abhai Abai – Fearless, Unchanging.
Abhoo Ajoo – Unformed, Unborn.
Anaas Akaas – Imperishable, Etheric
Aganj Abhanj – Unbreakable, Impenetrable.
Alakkh Abhakkh – Unseen, Unaffected.
Akaal Dy-aal – Undying, Merciful
Alaykh Abhaykh – Indescribable, Uncostumed.
Anaam Akaam – Nameless, Desireless.
Agaah Adhaah – Unfathomable, Incorruptible.
Anaathay Pramaathay – Unmastered, Destroyer.
Ajonee Amonee – Beyond birth, Beyond silence.
Na Raagay Na Rangay – Beyond love, Beyond color.
Na Roopay Na Raykhay – Beyond form, Beyond shape.
Akarmang Abharmang – Beyond karma, Beyond doubt.
Aganjay Alaykhay – Unconquerable, Indescribable.

 

Um dos meus mantras favoritos, traz força e vitalidade. Traz também simplicidade e aceitação. Traz gratidão e divindade.

Tu és força, invencível, indestrutível, uma centelha divina que nunca irá se apagar.

Esse mantra fala de nós como espíritos em um corpo humano. Fala de Deus. Fala de nossa conexão com o Todo. Sem medo, nunca muda. Entregue-se.

Sem nascimento, sem morte. Imperecível, etéreo. Assim é o Espírito Divino que habita. Sutil, sempre lá. Silencioso.

Além da forma, além da matéria, indescritível é a experiência de conexão com o Cósmico. Como falar de fé apenas lendo escrituras bíblicas? De fé não se fala, apenas se sente. Como uma revelação. Um momento no paraíso. Esse é o espirito divino que nos habita. Um paraíso, quieto e sempre disponível aos que se conectam.

Calma, independente do que se passa. Nenhum fato terreno pode abalar o Ser. Podemos estar desconectados, mas nunca abandonados por Ele. Habita em nós. Somos todos feito do mesmo pó, todos com a mesma essência divina.

A ligação com o Ser pode ser estar consciente do momento. Pode ser através da natureza, da meditação. Não necessita de nenhum fato externo nem de alguém. Sente-se. Relaxe e sinta seu corpo pesando sobre o chão. Sinta cada espessura que toca, cada cheiro, cada nota do mantra. Deixa que penetre seu Ser. E leve-se pela intuição.

Tempo só existe na Terra. Bom e mau é uma perspectiva. O mundo das formas vai num piscar de olhos. E o que resta é você e você mesmo. O Ser. A parte mais bela de nós, tão distante ás vezes. Observe seu pensar e perceba que o Ser não pensa. Nosso ego pensa demais. O Ser só é pleno. Você é o Ser. Você é pleno. Não precisa de nada. Nada. Nasceu completo, pronto para partilhar da gratidão com os outros. Quem são os outros. Somos todos Um, separados por corpos e mentalidades. Veja-se no outro e terá compaixão e gratidão por sermos tão diversificados, como uma bela sinfonia, entoando a mesma canção.

O Ser é pleno. Você é o Ser. Você é pleno. Sempre. Todos os dias. Todas as horas, minutos e segundos. Lembre-se disso. Observe sua mente.

How does it feel to be alive?

 

Who am I? Am I my thoughts? Am I my history, my past? How can I define myself in words? It is just impossible.

How does it feel to be alive? Do we even know we are alive? Our minds are constantly screaming and claiming for attention. We always need to rationalize, overthink, this is how our ego works. This never ending cycle leads us to frustration, sadness, we feel tedious. Life seems a mechanical sequence of actions, happiness and joy are so far away from us, they are set as goals, in the future, in a time that may not even exist.

We are not truly connected to ourselves. We feel so distant from our life, we feel so distant from what life really is. Then we create fantasies, we mold our thoughts into something that gives us a sense of direction. But we are completely lost. We are completely distant from what life really is.

We go to churches even though we have not even a clue of what faith really is. We pray to an anthropological God. Our minds are always dividing things in good/bad, pleasure/suffering.

Being alive is just being alive.

Black Sheep Boy

“If you love me, let me live in peace.
Please understand,
That the black sheep can wear the golden fleece,
And hold a winning hand.”

 

Everybody used to bully him, the crowd bulldozed his way through. He was about to give up living. His past mistakes condemned him to suffer. He was acrimonious but no one would offer him a helping hand. Humans, why so awful? “Me, I really would have liked
A little touch of tenderness, Maybe a word, a smile, An hour of happiness” (Next – Scott 2 – Scott Walker)

Somedays I cry, I cry for those who live in fear.” (Somedays – Paul McCartney) But what can I do for those who suffer? How can we show a slight tenderness? Why is it so difficult to forgive others? It feels so marvelous to our ego to be superior than someone. We cannot accept to be only egos anymore. Brutal, unsatisfied, unbalanced. Our main goal in this existence is to overcome our dull ego, we must become an improved human being, not a foolish tool without self awareness.

We don’t need anybody else to tell us what is real. Inside each one of us is love and we know how it feels.

Sometimes I assume humans lack humanity and it will always be like this. Sometimes I believe in our transformation. I have no idea how long it takes. But “a journey of thousand miles begins with a single step.” No matter how far, we’ll always be improving. The black sheep boy is a soul seeking for transformation too. An adventurer, a traveler, a human. And all life forms deserves respect and comprehension.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Time, time, time…

Future will be approaching soon. Oh, future? It is already here. No more waiting will be needed.

We live looking for the future, expecting certain things to happen. “There will be a show, I’ll be happy this Friday.” Friday is gone. “I’ll be happy when I pass my exams” The exams are gone. You were happy for a day. “Maybe I’ll be happy when I have all I’ve ever wished.” You’ll never have. We are never fully materially satisfied.

Some people live in the past: “I miss the days I was happy – I was younger and more cheerful” “Only if I could go back in time” Forget that, you can’t.

Why is it so hard to live in the present? To live the now? Because our mind is a trap. You’ll be trying to be contented your whole life  but you’ll never reach there. I was thinking in ways to escape the mind. The fact is that thinking is exactly the ambush. The only way out is stopping thinking. Just feel. Your freedom is to come. Just stop your thoughts and feel the now. There is an ebullient world outside our sick brain.

Time, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Don’t look around
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter” (A Hazy Shadow of Winter – Simon & Garfunkel – Click here to listen)