The world is full of wonderful creative people. Here are my latest favourite instagramers.
You can see how alive is the child in Spielkkind.
Rachel’s videos make me smile.
The first time I heard about Iceland was because of Björk. A friend introduced me to her music saying that she was from Iceland. Iceland? Where is that? I remember thinking.
Without internet to google it, I stayed with this image that Iceland was some place where weird but beautiful things come from. As I grew older this image didn’t change, actually it got stronger as I looked at videos, images and photos of Iceland.
Last weekend, my little one asked about volcanoes, how they work, what they do and so on. We decided to google it – all the knowledge at your fingertips – and we watched a great BBC documentary about the Eruption of Eyjafjallajökull.
Amazing, beautiful, astonishing and breathtaking images. Literally it is the land of Fire and Ice, but it has also mountains, ocean, waterfalls, green landscapes, colourful towns, cute animals and brave people.
My little one watched the entire video and often he cried: “so beautiful!”. We asked him if he would like to go there. He stopped for a minute, said something about the volcanoes and at the end he answered “yes, I want to go there.” He must have been truly overwhelmed by the beautiful images and landscapes cause he normally doesn’t want to go where he senses fear. Beauty overcame the fear and so one day we shall go.
Today I leave you with these great Icelandic photographers who I found today browsing in the “new” Flickr.
I love photography in all its ways, but street photography has this effect on me, makes me feel like I am being transported into the picture.
I like to unriddle every detail and try to imagine the feelings, sensations and the emotions printed in the photograph.
Street Photography is about the ordinary or extraordinary interactions in the urban space. Street photographers “they thrive on the unexpected, seeing the street as a theatre of endless possibilities, the cast list never fixed until the shutter is pressed” (Street Photography Now).
One of my favourite hobbies is walking alone in the streets and capturing with my eyes the pace, the movement, the characters, the stories, the details, the drama, the expected and unexpected.
I love to walk in the streets like an outsider feeling at the same time as being part of that moment.
A couple of years ago I came across with the amazing story of Vivian Maier and John Maloof on the internet. I love her work and above that I love the story.
She was an amazing street photographer, she captured the street in its raw and truthful side.
What puzzles me is, since she never showed her work to anyone, what moved her? For who or for what was she saving the 100.000 negatives? Did she secretly wished to show her work? She only did for the pleasure of that single moment?
Whatever the reasons I am grateful to the John Maloof that he found, organized and shown to the world one of the greatest street photographer.
Every school term my kids have to do a school project. I confess I prefer to help them do a project which involves cutting, painting and collage than help with the ones which involves write and maths.
I don’t believe in Portugal the kids are asked to do so many projects, they have loads of exams instead.
Since we have been here we have done many projects: a table game about hurdling, a weather mobile, a replica of the solar system and a representation of the sea.
I am not a crafty person, but I am very proud of our projects.
I love music, but I can’t distinguish the instruments in a song.
I love music, but I can’t tell if a singer is tuned.
I love music, but if I have to clap I’ll definitely be out of rhythm.
I love music, but I won’t dare to sing along.
I love music, but for me reading music sheets or Chinese text is the same, they both are meaningless but beautiful doodles.
Luckily I don’t need to understand music to enjoy music, as this beautiful video wisely concludes. via design mom
Dedicated to my husband who in the last fifteen years and with a lot of patience has taught me a little more about music – soundwaves, rhythms, instruments, music history – thus increasing my love for music.
Percebes are small, jelly and ugly little creatures that taste like sea which for me is the same as heaven.
Me and my husband once a year we allow ourselves to have this luxury tidbit, normally somewhere in the Costa Vicentina.
It can be very expensive, but considering how it is caught it worth the money you pay for. Percebes thrives in areas that are exposed to the hard beat of the waves since they need the water motion for feeding.
Catching percebes is a typical activity in the coastal areas of Northern Spain (Galicia) and Southwest of Portugal (Costa Vicentina). Being a percebeiro (a man who catches percebes) it’s a very dangerous job. The men have to face hazardous conditions like violent waves that can smash anything against the rocks.
Watch this short documentary for you to understand why it’s considered an occupational hazard.
Percebeiros es la batalla contra el mar de unos guerreros que no se consideran héroes.
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an an enormous reward. You will have created something.
I have never been an artist, but I like to paint and draw.
When I was a teenager I used to paint and draw a lot, sometimes I created something from scratch, sometimes I just copied some artist’s work.
Now I rarely sit down to draw or paint, it seems that it’s never the right time. It seems that I don’t have a moment where everything is quiet and I have all the time in the world. I probably have that, but I don’t feel like I have, so I don’t remember when was the last time I (re)created something. Oh wait! I do remember it was here.
The other day I found all of my works, I look at them and I was proud, I felt that I can create something and sometimes I can create something nice.
When I lived in Lisbon I took the underground (metro) almost every day and I enjoy it. All the stations are wide and bright and the busiest hour is like a Sunday morning on the London Tube.
I used the metro to take my little one to nursery. He always enjoyed those journeys and he named every station not by their real name, but by their pieces of art: “look mum, this is the scary goat station or the bull and horses station”.
The most exciting thing about Metro is the art, in every station there is always something artistic to admire. It seems that there was always a concern in making every journey more pleasant. I cannot say which station I like the most, I think I like all of them.
We always start our journey at Oriente station, in the red line. Oriente is part of the beautiful intermodal station called Gare do Oriente, designed by Santiago Calatrava.
It was opened in 1998 during the Expo’98. The artistic project reflects the main subject of the Expo’98, The Oceans and it has the contribution of 11 artists from around the world: Joaquim Rodrigo (Portugal); Hundertwasser (Austria); Yayoi-Kusama (Japan); Raza (India); Errö (Island); Zao Wou Ki (China); Abdoulaye Konaté (Mali); António Ségui (Argentina); Arthur Boyd (Australia); Sean Scully (Irland) and Magdalena Abakanowicz (Poland).