Leonard Cohen in Mt. Baldy zen center

This is from Arte tv, a french-german pbs. I once knew a woman who was at the Mt. Baldy when Leonard Cohen was there. Next October, 7, I´ll go see a concert by LC in Lisbon.

Hegel and pret-à-porter

In page nine of the Spt. 10 issue of The New Yorker there´s this whole page ad to a clothes company that I had never heard of before, Brunello Cucinelli. At first glance the photo looks like it has been made in China´s great wall, but on closer look it reveals a small medieval village on top of a hill (Civita di Bagnoregio). But the most striking is the caption on top of the page:"The State is the actuality of the ethical idea". This sounded familiar, I knew it was from some german philosopher, (...it´s by Hegel) and I happen to know it in portuguese :"O Estado é a encarnação da ideia moral". I´m not a specialist in Philosophy, I probably I read it before in some article about the economic crises, welfare state, liberal economy, deregulation, that kind of stuff, and it stuck in my mind. Now, what is this quote doing in an ad to clothes, is beyond me. I don´t see any relation. Did the marketing guys just open a book of philosophical quotes and choose the first they saw?

There isn´t any reference to Hegel in the ad...

More photos from Boom 2012

The entrance:

The general aesthetics of Boom is a mix of Pipi Longstoking backyard and Mad Max, without the violence, of course.

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The huge parkings reminded me of those Hollywood biblical films, but now with cars.

A toilet with a view:

I will come back in 2014. I wish Boom was a permanent place...

I made some small changes in this painting

Tir Na Nog

This is the small canvas I painted when I experimented with oils for the first time. It´s an illustration of Tir Na Nog, an Island in the irish mythology where the soul of the death go. My mother had recently died, and I was listening to this mystical song by Van Morrison. (The moon doesn´t look right, unless there´s a lunar eclipse going on...)

Listen to the music: The Lyrics: We were standing in the kingdom And by the mansion gate We stood enraptured by the silence As the birds sang their heavenly song In Tir Na Nog We stopped in the church of Ireland And prayed to our father And climbed up the mountainside With fire in our hearts And we walked all the way to Tir Na Nog I said with my eyes that I recognized your chin It was my long lost friend To help me from another lifetime We took each others hands and cried Like a river when we said hello And we walked to Tir Na Nog We made a big connection On a golden autumn day We were standing in the garden wet with rain And our souls were young again In Tir Na Nog And outside the storm was raging Outside Jerusalem We drove in our chariots of fire Following the big sun in the west Going up, going up, to Tir Na Nog You came into my life And you filled me and you filled me Oh so joyous By the clear cool crystal streams Where the roads were quiet and still And we walked all the way To Tir Na Nog How can we not be attached After all we're only human The only way then is to never come back Except I wouldn't want that would you If we weren't together again In Tir Na Nog We've been together before In a different incarnation And we loved each other then as well And we sat down in contemplation Many many many times you kissed mine eyes In Tir Na Nog

A mug by Euan Craig

Euan Craig is an australian potter living and working in Japan. This is one of the beautiful mugs he makes.

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