seen from Russia
seen from Israel
seen from Israel
seen from Portugal
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from China
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seen from Australia
The gods have many faces, And many fates fulfill, To work their will
The end expected comes not; God brings the unthought to be, As here we see.
—Euripides
Image: Apollo and the Battle of the Lapiths and the Centaurs, from the west pediment, Temple of Zeus, Olympia, 470-456 BCE
Holidays sketchdump
That means I’m back from holidays. Hello, Team. You have no idea how I missed you. I bring back a ton of pictures, loads of memories, about 4 extra pounds, and those lame, hazy sketches, but be indulgent, all I had was a small corner of a bar/restaurant table, two pencils and my daughter’s 2+years beginners colour crayons.
“What remains to be thought (the fruit) follows what has been thought (the tree). But there is something else unthought which is the irreducible desert where our steps are weighed down with the day.”
— Edmond Jabès
Naja Naja: la serpiente que buscaba el pop
Naja Naja: la serpiente que buscaba el pop
La historia de Naja Naja arranca con la necesidad de generar una propuesta más cercana al pop, tras el paso de sus integrantes, Xavi Castroviejo (PYLAR y Blooming Látigo) y Juan G. Acosta (Malheur), por surtidos proyectos entre el metal, la improvisación y la vanguardia.
Esa búsqueda les llevó a lanzar en 2016 un primer disco homónimo. Ahora, Discos de…
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I hate myself.
I despise my existence.
I condemn my genetics.
I curse my consciousness.
How do I escape?
I defy myself.
But how?
I simply do.
But does that work?
No. That does not matter.
How could it not matter?
Because, you see, the doing is the defiance.
I don’t understand.
Nor do I.
So how can you speak so certainly?
I trust in the eventual understanding.
How could you put your faith in something so improbable?
I cannot exist without it.
Why should that be a bad thing?
I... I do not know.
And here is the dilemma.
Yes.
More than everything in the world we love the creature we would never have expected. Never thought of loving.
Hélène Cixous, “Writing blind: conversation with the donkey” [transl. Eric Prenowitz; pub. in Stigmata]
"...I feel strange telling you things sometime, but those sometimes I value words over pictures, or hearing lyrics over seeing one..." *what, you make no sense* "...this is why I rather hear you, then open my eyes in the darkness..." *what about seeing me* "that..."
