Un tentempié para romper el hielo

A brief amouse-bouche to break the ice...

Act I The Soul’s bandaged tendrils begin to stir. 

Multiple reverberations of a mask-like face in profile (the Soul) hover above a body of water. The Soul is awakening. Near the front-most face lurks the hooded figure of the “ghastly fright” steadily climbing spindly steps built upon a small boat. An unexpected agent for catharsis that aids the Soul’s escape. The water consists of ribbon like scraps. Along some of these lie the first two stanzas of the poem.

Act II Behind the bee mask, basking in the escape.

The ecstasy of escape (and inspiration) achieved long at last. This scene depicts a world that has come alive and awakened through the joy of escape and palpable poetry. The Soul, disguised as a bee, revels and blooms in the crescendo of activity and flourishing flora. The boat that aided her escape now has turned into no more than a paper boat, it’s purpose has been achieved. Even the dried wood that had provided a ladder now is once again a living tree. Tangled among the blooms can be found fragments of ribbon that contain the following two stanzas.

Act III Far from the explosions. Back to the burdens of constricted constructing. 

The flights of inspiration have passed. The absence of those waves of fervent joy is palpable. The Soul now un-shrouded must return to its toil and limitations. This scene depicts the Soul as the Poet tenderly holding a robin, its fellow captive. While quiet exhaustion is felt, a writing desk can be observed in the background. The Soul retains the tools needed to escape and flourish once more.
This was all inspired by an Emily Dickinson's poem "the Soul has bandaged moments" and was originally written and conceived as a proposed installation that was, Alas, never to be... It is a re-interpretation as a visual poem in three acts blending the poem's actual imagery and other recurring elements of Emily Dickinson’s pictorial language. While originally composed as a diorama depicting three distinct scenes it is something that I currently hope to adapt to a different media.

Absolutely Tired...

I am absolutely, completely tired, yet, not sleepy... today I wanted to try something out no music, no movies, no reading, no technology... I failed recurrently but for many hours I succeeded. I love to read, and to just listen to music yet how is this constant activity influencing my brain? For me it is very important to answer this, is all this making me be more inspired or not? After my couple of hours of not having all that I previously mentioned I became more acutely aware of the amount of time that all this took (reading complete worth it, as are movies and music, sometimes, but for example the time I use just browsing the web...or simply keep myself busy, instead of using my time wisely [here I don't mean working to become wealthy or powerful, I am simply referring to doing something that would enrich my soul] I began to paint) And after working on my self portrait until stopping was necessarily I came to bed and found that I was completely tired. And it is this feeling burned out how I feel I should be living my days, doing, doing, doing (painting, drawing, friends, family) this is the being burned up feeling I want. If I still have more in me by the time I hit the bed them maybe I could have done more.This exact tiredness is what I felt almost all days last semester and it was worth it, I grew in so many ways.

As a foot note I want to add to myself that rest is also valuable, energy sometimes needs to be regained.

Farewell Cyber-world!

A Soul in Kilter After Reading a Script...

I feel so much love towards the world at the moment, a strange feeling for me lately. Maybe that old adage is true, after the tempest comes the calm (although I could am reluctant to use the word "calm" itself, perhaps sense, love, endearment?). I was browsing my bookshelves in search of something to read, I didn't quite want to jump into Plato yet... I grabbed two books, one is Brida by Paulo Coelho which I read a few years ago, the other the script for Before Sunrise, one of my favorite movies. I ordered it a long, long time ago but never read it, now seemed like the appropriate time. I just finished and it left me feeling this deep, warmth... a mixture of love, melancholy, and marvel towards life itself. The story is about a chance encounter that meant much more.

I am thinking of how much I have changed through life, religious points of view, political thoughts, but three things have always remained, Art, Travel, and Souls. All life long these have stayed the same. I believe in souls, in soul mates as well. Finishing this script threw me into this nebulae of thoughts. I have been pondering on chances, the path that I chose and where the path that I didn't take might have led me...I love chance encounters that end up making an impact on people's lives. I guess the script I just read felt so close because as I read it I could empathize, analyzing a life but sometimes being detached is something I feel sometime and fear as well. But this same fear is the reason that connecting with people brings me such joy...

Soul mates seem to be the reoccurring theme of my day, I am half certain I was discussing them in my dream, this was the overall impressing the script left me, and it is the way Brida begins.  I feel like there is this beautiful chaos for me to discover...