Showing posts with label male. Show all posts
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Earth Eye male photos
Earth Eye male photos
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UnTuned
For me Art reminds us that God is in everything, more or less, deeper or shallower. Through Art we define God. Again and again. Art keeps creating and remembering us about God's presence in all.
Art has created God. Art has created Religion. Art is necessary for it keeps God real, always becoming without a beginning without and end.
God comes shapeless, from nothingness, enters the world becomes form, formal and dies. God is flux, coming from nothingness into coarser and coarser shape until stone, until wind. Lost in oblivion. God needs God needs God needs God.
As long as there is God humans are at their best and the world is perfect. When people will forget about God, will feel no more the need to create It, then will be the fall of man.
Today Art explores for God into urban society, in skin, in individual detached conscience, in social conflict, in Taboos, in beauty, in purity, in garbage, in concepts, in accidents, in unconscious, in ugliness, in pain, in sex, in popular culture, in professionalism, in corporatism, in Art...
Where else does Art looks for God today?
Versatile
changeable, inconstant, fluctuating, revolving, turning, reversible, fluid, universal, adaptable, ugly, clumsy, disgusting, impure, odious, barbaric, primitive, violent, coarse, crude, elemental,
In Silence of My Skin
Today I found the Silence of My Skin. There was cold and dark in my room and a little cold air was coming from under my shirt onto my skin. I could feel it. And this touch, this silent touch of coldness on my skin somehow opened my mind for a moment. It was like a deluge entering a small crack in the montain.
I wanted to look for that crack, I wanted to find this little crack through where reality enters so powerful. But I couldn't find anything. It was skin, skin as in any day, but touching it I found a small area just above my belt where all things feel so much more intense. A place of Silence. A place of Spirit.
imi doresc eu
incet incet as putea deveni din nou normal
as putea sa ascult viata si oamenii ce spun
sa ma intereseze
sa le raspund inapoi
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