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I was having dinner with a friend in a little spanish terrace about two years ago.

We were initially talking about adrenaline, work, the summer and then out of the blue he asked me a question that has stayed with me until today.

“Could you please explain to me why a person can cry in front of a painting or a piece of art?, are you born with this sensitivity,  or is this a learned behavior, is it taught?.

In the most humble attempt to try to answer this question, I told him that at least for me there are clearly certain things that move me or excite me, that deep down it all comes down to how it makes you feel. Though I have to admit that ever since I started studying and finding out more of the historical background of the work and  the lives  and inspirations of the artists it gives the pieces a broader depth and power.

Then, I thought of my grandmother and  we’ve developed very sweet conversations on the phone (we are old school, no skype) , where she  asks me about what I am doing in the university, she enjoys hearing stories about the things I see, the people I meet, why I do what I do and asks a lot of questions.

When I visit, I love showing her my friend’s work , photos of things I saw in museums and hearing what she thinks about the pieces, sometimes she just laughs but other times she usually starts the  sentence with  ” This reminds me of…” and associates it with her own life.

Which brings me to the answer of how I would answer the  question today. It all  comes down to  have the desire and curiosity to truly observe and keep asking questions, art conveys individual emotions but you have to be willing to be in the receiving part.

Like I said this was two years ago, ever since from time to time I have asked a few of my teachers and friends this question as well and it leads to very interesting conversations.

What do you think?

Today I leave you with a painting by Kazimir Malevich which he considered “the supremacy of pure feeling.”

“Only when the habit of one’s consciousness to see in paintings bits of nature, Madonna’s and shameless nudes.. ..has disappeared, shall we see a pure painting composition. I have transformed myself into the nullity of forms and pulled myself out of the circle of things, out of the circle-horizon in which the artist and forms of nature are locked.”

  • as quoted in: Marc Chagall, – a Biography, Sidney Alexander, Cassell, London, 1978, p. 178

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IF- Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.

This week.. Some thoughts.

Since the beginning of this year something has been coming up over and over again.

I started this blog back in 2005, at the time it was just a space to save poetry bits which I liked, hence the name “Al gravitar Rodando” which means At the gravitating turning  (you can read the poem over here, though I warn you it’s more than a bit confusing 🙂 ) .

At the time this title seemed perfectly because of the pure confussion and madness going around my life at the time, I wasn’t a jeweler back then, I was stuck in an office job and the blog was kind of a little creative outlet of mine.

Little did I know back then life would take such a spin, I kept writing on an off.. even personal things of my day to day, I look back and I see my transition into a jeweler, how my business began, when I moved to Guatemala, etc.

Why did I stopped writing?

This is perhaphs one of the silliest things you will read today… I met someone who said ” oh .. I liked what you wrote about bla..bla bla..” … to which I was a bit surprised someone in my same city had even read my blog.. then I discovered that everytime I post something it goes into my subscribers inbox.

Woah!

I know… big deal, huh? That’s kind of what you want isn’t it? to be read, found and followed…

Well it did the complete opposite…

I was extremely shy about posting random ramblings and it just kind of stopped, I didn’t want to be Spam.

I also went into a social media rage.. where I got sick of Facebook, discovered instagram (not many words, bingo!) and then  few things started happening.

First I went to a workshop where they asked us to write during the duration of it (2 weeks) our thoughts .. I followed the “Morning pages” routine which asks to write 750 words every morning, this is about 3 pages.

So I do enjoy writing, apparently I am only shy to be read..

Time went by and I got told by a person I truly admired that I have to start writing NOW. This because we do forget details, processes and thoughts.. so it’s important to keep track, I guess that it is also nice to share, how many nights have I spent reading other people..

I get back home and a close friend says, you should write on the plane back home, write everything that comes through your head…

This week was the closing point.

I was sitting down having coffee with my friends and it seems as if everyone had decided to bring this topic up.. they told me the exact same thing..” You have to write, there is a lot going on.. do it!”

We spoke about people understanding you are not a “writer”, if there are mistakes it’s understandable, there is no more pressure than the one you give yourself, really it’s not a big deal and finally this is the only way to improve your writing as well, simply by doing so.

Funnier still is I go out on a date and also have the person sitting in front of me saying ” You should share more, your costumers might be interested in who is behind the work and these stories”

Since last Thursday I’ve been thinking about it and well I do believe in signs… so here goes, it’s pure stubborness, also the ever present insecurity that hunts me sometimes, but here is to another go this time I want to share things that interest me, battling between having a personal or business blog it’s a bit difficult..

But I reckon bits of things I run along the way are more interesting than just posting pieces of my jewelry.. for this I do an almost daily post in my business Instagram.

So to begin I leave you with this ramble, there will probably be a lot of that, I don’t think I have changed in that sense one bit.

Good night and I leave you with a song!

 

 

 

Three things.

In all, there were three things:
the certainty one is always beginning
the certainty one must go further
and the certainty that one will be interrupted before finishing.
From the interruptions, to make a new path,
from falling, a dance step,
from fear, a ladder
from dream, a bridge, from search…the encounter.

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