lacrimosa

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus
Pie Jesu Domine
Dona eis requiem, 

Amen.

golden light

light and leaves have almost disappeared 

the naked twigs shiver under the north wind

the whole landscape becomes a scream 

the light is leaving us

but not before saying farewell in golden clothes…

shades of light

changes of light and weather
change the mood under the short autumn day light moments

traces of summer

the day is gray,
the autumn has been blowing in for a while
carrying drops and colored leaves,

summer is gone
the trees are already preparing themselves
for the waiting season

raindrops and the imminent cold
had made the colors ran down
as tears
over the face of summer
over an evanescent picture
of clare calypso-waters

summer is gone...

destiny

churches everywhere,

hundred of crosses,  

different interpretations of Christ.

a suffering man, 

an agonized man, 

a bleeding man,

crucified, 

starved, 

tired, 

overwhelmed.

a male body is emerging off the bronze door, 

he seems like being created or vanishing, 

melting back in the metal, 

floating and at the same time, 

trapped in a thick and heavy magma

a cross is embossed  on his chest.

his body hasn't neither feet nor hands

he is not crucified 

he has a cross as a stigma deep carved on him,

soaring and dividing his chest

sealing, marking, wounding him

and leaving his body for ever 

as a reminder, a gesture of passion.

(pictures: the door of the Basilica of St. Mary of the Angels and the Martyrs
in Rome, created by Igor Mitoraj in 2006)

reminder

Rome was dumped and hot that summer afternoon.
I decided anyway to go to the famous graveyard called "Cimitero del Verano" and take some pictures of the sculptures that symbolized dead and sorrow and the most frightened feeling of the human race,
the unknown.

Strong shadows fall almost as sharp knives creating a landscape  that reminded me nightmares from my childhood when the sense of dead seemed to be most remote but always culturally present.

Now,
confronting my self with these images at my age resulted in another kind of feeling,
it becomes most present,
something that it would happen not to far away.

I wasn't afraid
but sadness, heaviness and displeasure invaded me 
and I felt tired.

(the pictures where taken at Cimitero del Verano, Rome, with an iPhone)

street-art in Rome

It was the time when still the great exhibition of Caravaggio's paintings were on, at "Le Scuderie del Quirinale" when I found this beautiful piece of painting on the sidewalk of one of the most busiest streets of Rome.

Made with crayons on the rough surface of the arid sidewalk the delicate faces reminded me baroque art.

MAXXI—the museum of modern arts of the 21st century, Rome

It's a fantastic building!

Designed by Zaha Hadid gives a beautiful frame to the contemporary art. I don't know if the exhibition that has been curated for the opening is as important or good as the building itself but in any case it's worth a journey to Rome.

/ʃ'eɪd/

different shades,

different feelings,

different approaches,

different message.

grafitti

pretty good sources of inspiration
I like the idea of painting or writing on walls
it gets another perspective to what you are doing
and it has been done since before history (i e Altamira's)

an image

simple + lines + curves + nature + time


fading, gradually becoming paler
as sunlight taking away the brightness
as the time that fade away life 
slowly less clear until it disappears...