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Posts tagged “Barcelona

Lost in the Art of Capture

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Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people that disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession; you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. You still know where you are. Everything is familiar except that there is one item less, one missing element. Or you get lost, in which case the world has become larger than your knowledge of it. Either way, there is a loss of control. Imagine yourself streaming through time shedding gloves, umbrellas, wrenches, books, friends, homes, names. This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Looking forward you constantly acquire moments of arrival, moments of realization, moments of discovery. The wind blows your hair back and you are greeted by what you have never seen before. The material falls away in onrushing experience. It peels off like skin from a molting snake. Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

– Rebecca Solnit


Haiku del día : Primavera x primera vez


hearts in these eyes, dreamt

of this happening once. now

that it is, just wow.


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Get Your Hands Dirty

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* dirty hands *

+ warm heart + street art

~ seems like a logical place to start ~

…:: HeartBeat ::…::…::…::…::…..

Street Art, Graphite, Bomba, Heartache, Spain, Travel, Photography,
When my hands were cold
from lack of sun,
I stumbled upon this grate,
sprayed in the calle of my hood,
and found a heart
to match my hurt.