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Photo-Synthesis
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My Dream 2018
IMpossible
| Jan 1
. Taken on Nov. 6, 2017 at Parque Palmela in Cascais, in a surround that stayed with me but the photo itself may not show in its entirety: it was born alone and unique, on one of the park's paths where the soil is covered with gravel and sand, not for flowers; its size can be assessed by the acorn on the right in the photo, but its shape in all transcended size and terrain in Her Presence. As a printed postcard offered to my mother and cousin who spent Christmas with me, My Message, in Essence:
. In Gratitude and Celebration for your support in my Transformation Sowing, whether or not you See what I Sow, almost always in the most improbable soils, knowing that the Flower Blossoms in its Space and in its Time, even if Solitary, being Witnessed inside before outside. Allow the Sowing and Blossoming in yourself and then also Become a Seeder YourSelf.
. I am finishing this composition while seeing a Full Moon (in My Ascendant Sign, Soul Tone), through the narrow but elevated window of the Rising side. I evoked this photo today, from exactly 9 years ago, when Afonso was 11. Those of us who live in INversion, bring the Film from the Future to the Present, altering even the Past. We film transtemporally with the Eyes of the Inner-Child-Soul. The finite plans follow The INfinite Plan of the Flower and the Fruit of Life. || Silence > Action!
. Taken on Nov. 6, 2017 at Parque Palmela in Cascais, in a surround that stayed with me but the photo itself may not show in its entirety: it was born alone and unique, on one of the park's paths where the soil is covered with gravel and sand, not for flowers; its size can be assessed by the acorn on the right in the photo, but its shape in all transcended size and terrain in Her Presence. As a printed postcard offered to my mother and cousin who spent Christmas with me, My Message, in Essence:
| Jan 9
. . . Timelessly Slippin' . . .
into the Future
Today i woke up with this remote song sounding close, inside: Fly like an Eagle to the Sea Fly like an Eagle let my Spirit carry me If Someone sent it, it arrived . . . maria, summer 2008 Shirt gifted my my mother, who doesn't read/speak english. Photo taken by me with the camera in automatic. I feel more like being witnessed, not photographed, because time was extinguished, in this moment and in this photo . . . DREAMS Seed us as We Seed Them . . .
| Jan 27
We Grew . . .
. UNION
. separation
. . . because we Bear both
. Olafur Arnalds Þau Hafa Sloppið Undan Þunga Myrkursins And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness
the Unbearable Lightness of Light
and
the Unbearable Weight of Darkness
. . . without escaping either of Them
On this night i had a dream
linked with the set above
and
integrated in the unfolding
IMpossible S*He Wo*Man
| Feb 3
. . . within the Child-Soul We Are
To My Silent Child-Man I Say: Thank You for keeping These Eyes on Me Yes, You are welcome to Say Something He's been with me here, in this cardboard form, from the beginning, for decades . . . Later, i felt in this flower, made by Afonso some 10 years ago, an addition of colour and form that suits him . . . To take this photo today, i brought mine, already there in its original analogue colour, closer to him, without yet knowing if i would share it.
Then, i wanted to ask for The Word from the Angels, for that photo, which would be confirmation, or not, of sharing it. As always, holding the book standing and closed, close to my heart, without looking, a finger enters the pages . . . . . . and The Word, in such precise comprehensiveness, has been given, and here-by delivered . . .
. Whatever shapes, sizes, places you present yourself, You remain One and the Same to Me. Like the many crystal-diamond faces in my One Heart, delivered into Your hand. Being Seriously Playful DON'T make it harder than it is, just to keep the 'fight-mode' endlessly on. That is NOT the Way of Life and Love. Auto-photo in February 2008, maria
To My Silent Child-Man I Say: Thank You for keeping These Eyes on Me Yes, You are welcome to Say Something He's been with me here, in this cardboard form, from the beginning, for decades . . . Later, i felt in this flower, made by Afonso some 10 years ago, an addition of colour and form that suits him . . . To take this photo today, i brought mine, already there in its original analogue colour, closer to him, without yet knowing if i would share it.
| Feb 8
. . . in Light Children on Earth
In the new year, alone at home, at midnight in the kitchen i lit 1-by-1 these thin multi-coloured candles, which i had kept from a past birthday of mine, and spun them 1-by-1 in this earth-dirt, which i picked myself on a certain close-by piece of land, in this vase that once came with a bonsai. I took the photo and shared it with my children and others through Whatsapp. Today it belongs to all, evoked upon re-listening to the stories i now share here (link). Also evoked my pre-TV childhood.
I've been delivering multi-coloured Children on this Earth for a long time. This one, and others now shown in part 2 of the Gallery in my Circle 5, Alliance Children, have been made to order, as described therein. Over the years i have been having Dreams with Children, revealing-confirming my Role Presence Communion with them, in D+ dynamics and environments that transcend planet Earth, at least as it is known. Last night i dreamed of a child with orange hair... ReMember who You Are
We ReCognise each other by the Vibration and Irradiation Coming from the Soul-Heart, which prevails over all form... Between some of us an Intense Singular Tune-Synch may occur that Moves Us Magnetically to one another, evoking and invoking what only We can expand in-and-out through our Union...if we allow it to Be so... This one was not made to order. My gift with one of a kind features. Creation and photo in 2007, here edited to reserve Identity and highlight Universality.
In the new year, alone at home, at midnight in the kitchen i lit 1-by-1 these thin multi-coloured candles, which i had kept from a past birthday of mine, and spun them 1-by-1 in this earth-dirt, which i picked myself on a certain close-by piece of land, in this vase that once came with a bonsai. I took the photo and shared it with my children and others through Whatsapp. Today it belongs to all, evoked upon re-listening to the stories i now share here (link). Also evoked my pre-TV childhood.
| Feb 12
In the name of LoVe
In the morning, my gaze met again with this little book dedicated to the Encounter, received as a gift from a woman-friend around 10 years ago, and with the pair of Golden Stars in the hidden but illuminated place where they are kept, allowing them to land here . . . * Partial image of the book cover
At night, in this email, my gaze met again with 'victoria'. Approaching the 'V' day, singularly evocative and invocator to me, this set sounded multi-D: May Love, with the big 'L', not be a 'mode' but rather the Constant that can't be turned-off. May our priceless Star Destinies move us beyond space-time and online connections that can be turned-off. Be joyfully brave to reconnect with whom you once disconnected, taking a chance on one who wholeheartedly risked all on You.
In Dec./Jan. a music theme sounded within my liminal morning awake, recognising it without identifying it. On Jan. 11, a hint made me find it again and locate it in my previous context, and, discover its original musical context, previously unknown to me, as part of the soundtrack of this impacting movie, today reINtensified in the connection it makes here: If all outer senses need to be loudly turned on-and-off, for the One Inner Sense to be Known... Find [Me in] What can't be turned-off...
In the morning, my gaze met again with this little book dedicated to the Encounter, received as a gift from a woman-friend around 10 years ago, and with the pair of Golden Stars in the hidden but illuminated place where they are kept, allowing them to land here . . . * Partial image of the book cover
| Feb 20
By a Thread . . .
. . . or rather, by a ribbon, blue, the same and only mysterious blue ribbon there Perhaps S*He was the one calling me to that meeting there, to witness what is held 'by a thread', so close to liberation . . . All it takes is a brief movement Do not struggle or fight Let go with the Wind From Below I Filmed From Above I was Filmed I attended the Calling I stayed, did not run away
This mid afternoon, i left home moved by a 'i have to go out', not knowing where. Ended up at the beach. From home to there, some Synch led me to stops and routes. There, a familiar face made me sense the presence of another face, which i did not see, but trusted as Seen. The Magic of Encounter was in the Air, printed in Fire in the magic of this photo, taken by the camera without my eyes as my gaze went to the Sun setting by the Sea LoVe Spoke in Full Spectrum In My Stillness, I [was] Moved
| Feb 28
By Ties that do not break
On this last day of February, a new imperative to go out, a new ending-up-at-the-beach, attentive to the Sea Waves . . . As rarely, entering the beach bar, to see the Postalfree, i picked up a little book announcing Musical Nights. Upon opening it, it went straight to this page. I now photographed, clipped, edited it this way, freeing time and space, for them to be ReDesigned in our Memories, Synchronicities, Routes, at Will . . .
On a less frequent route back home, a walk through a park, a visit to one of 'my' trees. Still without her red leaves, she gifted me with her minimal delicate white flowers, dropping petals as if snowing in pre-Spring . . . My Message to her: "In this unexpected visit, Thank you for the early Spring" My homage to my son Alexandre, today in his Graduation Day, pre-announcing our Re-encounter.
On this last day of February, a new imperative to go out, a new ending-up-at-the-beach, attentive to the Sea Waves . . . As rarely, entering the beach bar, to see the Postalfree, i picked up a little book announcing Musical Nights. Upon opening it, it went straight to this page. I now photographed, clipped, edited it this way, freeing time and space, for them to be ReDesigned in our Memories, Synchronicities, Routes, at Will . . .
| Mar 11
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On this 11th day (again on a date 11), when i was confronted with a vast panoramic view on a certain instagramic page, i forced my eyes to see, feel, weep, to then close them to a reality turning out even cruder after a decade: My Beautiful Surprise was turned into a frog, sadly without even noticing, while the Prince was reduced to a tattoo and the King...is probably still self-tied to the tree, waiting to be Self-Rescued... Queen is quiet... Photo by C *, Brazil 2017
When one waits so long for the fruit to fall ripe from the tree, but instead of ripe it falls rotting inside, despite the good looks on the outside . . . this is the shadowy look before that which opposes the Purity awaited. . . A man's weakness needs not be publicly exposed, but it DOES need to be acknowledged and addressed. Queen hears his forever deeper calling (link) - your True Fragility shall always be protected. Watch Phantom Thread, in Depth. A True Woman wants-makes you Truly Strong.
May we fulfil our individual Destinies within the Greater Plan and Plane. Like the Wind, the Ocean has many motions, each one containing a different stimulus. Stormy Waves bring Deeper Stimuli for Change. It is time to acknowledge and act upon these now. True calmness will follow ~ ~ ~
On this 11th day (again on a date 11), when i was confronted with a vast panoramic view on a certain instagramic page, i forced my eyes to see, feel, weep, to then close them to a reality turning out even cruder after a decade: My Beautiful Surprise was turned into a frog, sadly without even noticing, while the Prince was reduced to a tattoo and the King...is probably still self-tied to the tree, waiting to be Self-Rescued... Queen is quiet... Photo by C *, Brazil 2017
Morning of March 16, still in bed, the moment of getting up imposed itself. Still from the kitchen, i took a first glance through the large window. That sky, and that typical luminosity, evoked previous rainbows there witnessed, photographed, shared...i approached the window, focused my attention, and there it appeared, once again double... (that white trace was only visible in the photo, difficult to explain...) Of all previous photos, this is the darkest sky ...but here's the Rainbow...
As LoVe, Light, Truth unfolds, everything may not be as it seems, as in the SkyWalker INverted perspective, literally as Above so Below, not the other 'inverted' way. I said before, "Clear skies don't produce rainbows, just like empty oysters don't produce pearls" After dealing with the Grey and the Grain, even if the shades get darker before they get Lighter, PEARL LIFE will Rule. (link)
| Apr 1
Finding My [South] Edge a*New
Much quieter [South] Edge-Walking these days, but South has its Say, if one can take Inner Edges as well as Outer Edges . . . (link) A week ago, my birthday, brother's invitation to his home, Algarve. Being asked to choose the ride, i pointed in this direction, long-awaited, within this Oceanic Edge attraction of mine . . . Ponta de Sagres, Algarve, March 25. Strong wind, to the point of pushing the body . . .
"Watch Me." About to take a photo, my brother caught me in my witnessing, inside-out, this Edge-Walking into Fly . . .
Two of a kind. On the Paderne trail, mini flowers received my Attention. Gratitude and Invocation to Life for all Pairs, inherently inseparable.
Much quieter [South] Edge-Walking these days, but South has its Say, if one can take Inner Edges as well as Outer Edges . . . (link) A week ago, my birthday, brother's invitation to his home, Algarve. Being asked to choose the ride, i pointed in this direction, long-awaited, within this Oceanic Edge attraction of mine . . . Ponta de Sagres, Algarve, March 25. Strong wind, to the point of pushing the body . . .
| Apr 16
backstage
Backstage
BACKSTAGE
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(Above) On this April 12, i looked at this side of my desk and saw in this unstaged set a space-time self-portrait. Each little piece tells a story that is Great in me. For now i dispose myself this way, in this relative but multi-D totality. Photographing was a spontaneous act of impression and expression directed to my son, signalling that I can't be reduced to the part(s) without the whole that gives it context and meaning. Only in this INtimacy can I be in your life . . .
Behind the speaker, out of the camera range, no headphones or microphones required . . . the Backstage Conversation happens, it is called to happen . . . Inevitable, unavoidable Encounter, from self-to-Self, Self-to-self . . . towards the Earth-Heaven Unity . . . as Equals . . .
The Angel-Child, a Christmas gift from a friend more than two decades ago, inhabits this home since the biginning. Photos in April 1.
(Above) On this April 12, i looked at this side of my desk and saw in this unstaged set a space-time self-portrait. Each little piece tells a story that is Great in me. For now i dispose myself this way, in this relative but multi-D totality. Photographing was a spontaneous act of impression and expression directed to my son, signalling that I can't be reduced to the part(s) without the whole that gives it context and meaning. Only in this INtimacy can I be in your life . . .
From backstage to Backstage to BACKSTAGE . . .
. . . still in the Algarve stay, walking in Vilamoura with my son and brother, suddenly a building with this name . . . Photo in March 26.
We came to Be All, Here . . . May we Be All. I Am. Be. Sound playing: Brian Eno/Harold Budd, The Pearl An elected theme of mine, left playing as background sound in this page, from April 16 to May 22, in INvocation of Pearl Life.
From backstage to Backstage to BACKSTAGE . . .
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| May 23
. The male handkerchief also serves other purposes. The one i'm sitting on must have been my father's. The Code prevails over the fact that both my clothes and my brother's sitting next to me would have the same wash destination. I hereby amplify the meaning of this photo to express a comprehensive Fraternal Love to those who felt and feel United to me in the backstage-Backstage-BACKSTAGE, both in the Tears and in the Smile of the Child-Soul that we can't help Being. Thank you.
Nos Meus Olhos de Luz . . .
| Jun 27
One afternoon, ten days after Alexandre's departure, an attentive neighbour approached me, sensing my state of mind. She had a message for me: "Esperança". And she delivered it, telling me parallel stories as she repeated this word, which from then on appeared to me everywhere, culminating in this photo of my father (before being so), which i found four days later, as i investigated the navigation period of my paternal grandfather in ancient documents of which i became guardian many years ago.
. That same afternoon of "Esperança", already under a farewell setting Sun, the magic of its descending light enchanted me by enhancing this simple flowered balcony contour over a spot associated with my son, captivating my upward gaze. São Pedro, June 16
. . . não há os traços da beleza vulgar . . .
In May this prominent writing appeared on the main underground access to the West side of the São Pedro railway station, where all sorts of senseless scribbling (except perhaps for the scribblers themselves only) appear, and are removed by the consequent cleaning operations. More than a month and no-one-knows-how-many scribblings and cleanings later, this writing was left intact, both by scribblers and by cleaners, the only one on a central wall.
On Solstice day, having crossed the station through its 'far East' side (which is the chaotic jungle, in scribblings and vandalism of premises), confirming-deconstructing what i have recently called in a sharing with my sons the 'middle chamber of confusion', i found the continuation of the writing on the West side. An implicit overcome of the immature chapter of "Fighting against", and passage to the mature reflexive chapter of "Fighting for". Despite still focusing on "Fighting" . . .
Someone finally REDEFINING, while still using the same medium, but through a different cognitive channel, that no EYE fails to SEE. In order for each human to REDEFINE their Horizontal from their Vertical, PIONEERS must ASSUME themselves, MOVING the FOCUS from consequences to causes. If that makes You and I a "Person of interest" to Earth and extra-Earth good/bad entities, then we must learn to DEAL with IT from Vertical to Horizontal. Do NOT allow to become a victim of your own EDGE.
In May this prominent writing appeared on the main underground access to the West side of the São Pedro railway station, where all sorts of senseless scribbling (except perhaps for the scribblers themselves only) appear, and are removed by the consequent cleaning operations. More than a month and no-one-knows-how-many scribblings and cleanings later, this writing was left intact, both by scribblers and by cleaners, the only one on a central wall.
There is another "middle chamber" where confusion gives (and needs to give) place to Fusion: Backstage (between Horizontal backstage and Vertical BACKSTAGE). There, "Espera-nça" corresponds to what has been said: - WE are the ones we have been waiting for.
A few days ago i restored his wings and put him there, in the same company he has had all along this period, but now at the window, next to the 12-pointed star into 48-faces, like a crystal cut/carved in wood (actually a puzzle). Perhaps Woody would REDEFINE Wood too by now . . . The paper clipping, among the many kept along time and now once again scattered on the floor, stood out and joined them today, originating this photo. Transtemporal unfolding in progress . . . So, I'll be back . . .
I had told Alexandre that this Geomag formation wouldn't end up here, but the Evocation and Invocation justifies it. I do, however, reserve the code it represents between the two of us, having received it in response to a question i posed internally during his recent stay here (the red top piece and sphere were added to the hexagon to allow suspension and spin). A bridge with the contents in my Circle 13 can also be made. Vivified Sacred Geometry beyond interpretations and explanations.
There is another "middle chamber" where confusion gives (and needs to give) place to Fusion: Backstage (between Horizontal backstage and Vertical BACKSTAGE). There, "Espera-nça" corresponds to what has been said: - WE are the ones we have been waiting for.
. . . porque Sou a Filmadora, o Filme, a Projecção e a Audiência
| Aug 11
Step Up
. -- Can you See? -- Not really.
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| Aug 21
Step In
. -- And what do you See now? -- A transparent sphere with colours inside it.
. -- A sphere where? -- Inside the star. -- Hmm, and do you want to get inside it? -- I do.
. . . a Filmadora, o Filme, a Projecção e a Audiência . . .
As if to confirm that it was today the next 'cartoon', by the very late afternoon i was surprised by this expression, this time at the exterior-superior side, at the pavement level, in São João railway station. I had not brought my cell phone, but couldn't help coming back later just to photograph it, upon capturing here, with that inevitable complicit smile, a link to the proposal REDEFINE. It has *STAR*ted!
What at first glance seemed to me an affirmation, is after all [also] an interrogation, and the first response was quick to come. Apparently someone does not See-see Art here... ...however, both in the affirmative-interrogative and in the exclamatory answer, a type of alignment emerged: Form received an Attention outside automatism. That is, inside consciousness.
Epilogue Each one carries inside, and only thus recognises outside, the seeds that from their Inner Consciousness stimulate the Activation of Their Life Plan. I am part of the Original Sowing that contains the Final Destination. Here I leave these Seeds for replanting. And when you do not know what name to give to the Divine Source of Creation that originated you, and what your existential place in It is, here's my SkyWalker version of the greek term unfolded in pt: D-eu-S . d-EU-s . D*Eu*s
As if to confirm that it was today the next 'cartoon', by the very late afternoon i was surprised by this expression, this time at the exterior-superior side, at the pavement level, in São João railway station. I had not brought my cell phone, but couldn't help coming back later just to photograph it, upon capturing here, with that inevitable complicit smile, a link to the proposal REDEFINE. It has *STAR*ted!
Mind your Step
| Aug 26
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. -- Are you alright? -- Yesss, just uuhhh -- Variations in Gravity . . . -- Yeahh . . .
. . . a Filmadora, o Filme, a Projecção e a Audiência . . .
. . . it is not about belief . . .
| Aug 27
Watch Our Light FootPrint
. -- Did you tune the Sounding Light? -- Yes. -- Now watch how It ImPrints.
. . . a Filmadora, o Filme, a Projecção e a Audiência . . .
Circular Postcard #43, 2014 Sentence on the back side: "Find the OmniPresence looking through the Multidimensional Windows." This Multi-Audience reunited today to Watch this crop circle that stood out. As FilmMakerCamera, i noticed that white light at the centre. Next test did not display it. I then filmed a longer version, also without that light (?) By fidelity to the first Projection captured, i kept the first one, but the last one has better capture. Here are both. New Light phenomenon...
Circular Postcard #43, 2014 Sentence on the back side: "Find the OmniPresence looking through the Multidimensional Windows." This Multi-Audience reunited today to Watch this crop circle that stood out. As FilmMakerCamera, i noticed that white light at the centre. Next test did not display it. I then filmed a longer version, also without that light (?) By fidelity to the first Projection captured, i kept the first one, but the last one has better capture. Here are both. New Light phenomenon...
Circular Postcard #37, 2014 Sentence on the back: "Tune in the NEW frequency and listen to the SOUNDING LIGHT of your SOUL. The synthesis between the 'cartoon' image and the Antenna Alignment. Several years ago i self-observed a distinct meaning for what is called "tunnel vision": not as a common narrowing, but as a focal amplifier and intensifier. An INsight of this is found from the 19:00 minute in the Alignment video. Specific Purpose Requires Specific Inner Equipment. Use it Purposefully.
I used to have a few units of sun eyewear, but they all broke, including these favourite, some years ago. I took it to Heart as a sign. Now i wear none. I used to make eye contact. I do less these days . . . I am REDEFINING my Gaze to receive and radiate the Sun As Is. So We May Imprint and Read the Fields of Gold. In Gratitude and Gift SUNNY I must Be. Photo: Summer 2008 | White and Gold SunSet-MoonRise dressCode
| Out 3
Look through the Multidimensional Windows
| Nov 13
. Photos taken to the screen, 4 on Aug. 26, when the pc showed this problem for the first time, as shared on that day here. Since then it got worse throughout the month of Sep., some days allowing self-repair, others not, but always unstable, until on the 24th it only showed the window of photo 5, repeatedly, as the values decreased. I called the technician, he could only take the pc on the 27th and he brought it back today. Graphics card. Luckily the pc had a 2nd.
-- Shall we take advantage of this incident to See? Tell me what you See. -- The Screen is the same as always, but this window only appears in it when something is out of order that does not allow the System to Start normally...
-- But the System seems to be starting despite that... -- So it seems, but we easily recognise that the Vertical graphic part is not normal...
Recently, after using this large bag, i washed it and hung it to dry in the sun and air outside the large window. The next day it was still there. At a glance, it gave me in image the ongoing Movement, which is both Cause and Effect . . . . . . and the photo captured the texture of the transparent-net curtain on the inside, under the Sun. The type of Landing in progress, what it IMprints, and the type of Reading it Requests. Photo on Oct. 23. Here on Oct. 26.
-- Shall we take advantage of this incident to See? Tell me what you See. -- The Screen is the same as always, but this window only appears in it when something is out of order that does not allow the System to Start normally...
Time
Light
LINES
Path by D-Sign Impulse of walking through the SeaWall. End of the line at Cidadela, i looked at the titles of the exhibitions on the facade of the CCCascais in front. I was not going in, i went in, visiting all three. (Official link of the first) .
Meet YourSelf beyond fashion design in Future-Now, by D-Sign In Norman Parkinson's Photography Exhibition, under the title Always in Fashion, at Centro Cultural de Cascais. (Official link) I photographed this excerpt of a larger photo on an open magazine page inside a showcase at the exhibition. Due to the glass, my own shadow is slightly reflected at the centre. .
Light-Form-Direction Photo-Synthesis by D-Sign Detail of the grid illuminated from the inside on the ground, rounding the entire wall of the Cidadela. From it i made the Art, synthesising inside-outside / above-below, leaving nothing aside. The Light Descent proceeds . . . Note: All the lighting portrayed in these photos is permanent, on all nights of the year. .
Path by D-Sign Impulse of walking through the SeaWall. End of the line at Cidadela, i looked at the titles of the exhibitions on the facade of the CCCascais in front. I was not going in, i went in, visiting all three. (Official link of the first) .
Nos Meus Olhos de Luz
não há os traços da beleza vulgar
porque Sou a Filmadora, o Filme, a Projecção e a Audiência
Photo in Oct. 22 São Pedro Original inclination and colours.
| Nov 19
Light Signs
The day before i went to Cascais (12), i went down to the beach in the late afternoon. At one point, a ship caught my attention by the intense and beautiful brightness on its entire side, but in a slow flashing of 'ON'/'OFF', despite the Sun being constant. Its intermittent maneuver intrigued me, it was as if it was transmitting in Morse code. I hastened to photograph the second 'ON' in order not to lose the beauty of that light, but it repeated several times. Each photo depicts an 'ON'.
Being focused on the ship, the horizon lines don't show a constant centring, as i was zooming in at the exact moment of 'ON', with few seconds of interval. Having the zoom of this camera little definition, it always gives this 'painting' effect, to which a few surfers add a living scale.
After walking up, from the higher cliff i was able to watch the Sun again, no longer visible from the beach. I stopped as i saw it descend in-between this inclination, as if anticipating the integration of this Masculine Principle to the Feminine. (keep this slide to synchronise it with slide 3/3 on the right)
The day before i went to Cascais (12), i went down to the beach in the late afternoon. At one point, a ship caught my attention by the intense and beautiful brightness on its entire side, but in a slow flashing of 'ON'/'OFF', despite the Sun being constant. Its intermittent maneuver intrigued me, it was as if it was transmitting in Morse code. I hastened to photograph the second 'ON' in order not to lose the beauty of that light, but it repeated several times. Each photo depicts an 'ON'.
Light Signs, Morse Code, Ship, merchant marine, these and other elements that would have stayed with me if the photo on the left had not been evoked after reading yesterday the disconcerting news of the advance of the project Sado vs. Porto de Setúbal, which led me to the piece that i hyperlinked on the next slide, where this local issue is dimensioned in its global and temporal scope, justifying it here. In this context, the photo on this slide assumed an association with the next.
While walking back, having found the anticipated Moon, i wanted to offer it this other inclination with a common base. So that this Pair may Reign between the Earth Land and the Sea. Women devoid of the Feminine Principle do not deserve to have the Sea in their custody in positions of power. Men in the same condition also do not. (synchronise this slide with slide 11/11 on the left)
Light Signs, Morse Code, Ship, merchant marine, these and other elements that would have stayed with me if the photo on the left had not been evoked after reading yesterday the disconcerting news of the advance of the project Sado vs. Porto de Setúbal, which led me to the piece that i hyperlinked on the next slide, where this local issue is dimensioned in its global and temporal scope, justifying it here. In this context, the photo on this slide assumed an association with the next.
| Dec 31
Star Signs
With nothing planned in advance, this was the creation that emerged and was designed for Christmas 2018. From this fabric, with me for many years, the number of stars was, however, defined by the portion of white fabric that i had available at home. It gave 16. Assigned 14, these two remained. While awaiting their destiny, i return them to their Origin . . . On this side, the circle at the centre of the star reserves a slight opening to contain a message:
OF THE SAME COSMOS WE ALL CAME, BUT MY CONSTELLATION IS UNIQUE. IN IT, I AM THE GUIDING STAR. CONSULT ME. (From YOU to you. Consultation from you to YOU can be made through another paper circle inserted.) Upon cutting each circle from the fabric, no constellation is repeated, as happens with the Photo-Synthesis of each One around the Central Star that One IS.
Soon . . . This photo was taken on the same day as the sequence above, depicting the Light Signs of the Ship, already after Sunset. The dim light omitted elements on the outdoor placard, highlighting the relevant words. 00:00, now. May we Welcome 2019 from the Central Star in Us.
With nothing planned in advance, this was the creation that emerged and was designed for Christmas 2018. From this fabric, with me for many years, the number of stars was, however, defined by the portion of white fabric that i had available at home. It gave 16. Assigned 14, these two remained. While awaiting their destiny, i return them to their Origin . . . On this side, the circle at the centre of the star reserves a slight opening to contain a message:
