(a personal view)
One of the most frequent questions I hear (between jokes and serious conversations) is: What do women want? And in between jokes and serious talks I see answers become extremely complex and/or ridiculous. From my point of view, what women want is not far from what men want, except that we women have a feminine touch, we paint in a language that we can understand and we try to add it to our daily life. In paragraphs below I will try to unveal the mistery of this question/answer, from my point of view and personal experience.
One of the most common characteristics to the women I have met along my life, has been their constant search for beauty, which would summarize as a search for a beautiful life (from the idealization of marriage to the idealization of having a profession and all the happy endings you can imagine) I want to talk about beauty in its deep, broad meaning: that property of the things that make you love them, instilling in us spiritual delight. Let me explain…
Beauty along history has had many patterns and meanings, but I would think that we all agree something beautiful is what makes you not to question its beauty, it is just so beautiful you stare at it and enjoy, it is pure bliss, a sentiment, an upper level of perception of things. And beauty resides in the senses as it resides in the heart, in the mind, and of course in the soul.
Metropolitan Museum of Art – New York, 2012
We just landed from heaven… literally. We flew over Argentina, Chile, the Pacific Ocean and Peru.
If you ask me what trait I might bring from past lives (if you believe in past lives) it is of a traveller. There are very few things that make me as happy as when I am travelling. I love to travel.
Travelling, refreshes my soul, my eyes, my spirit, my body, everything. I love the fresh vibe it brings to what I see everyday and specially how I see it. To honour it, my latest trip was to Buenos Aires, Argentina.
On wheels, Buenos Aires
A German friend used to say that one can find God more “concentrated” in nature and that is why nature has the ability to soothe the soul, to pacify, to calm, to bring it back to its essence. I’ve always felt she’s right … Forests, meadows, mountains, even parks have that effect on me. When I feel overwhelmed by the speed of the city, my mind immediately travels to nature and finds peace, freedom, softness … and I have mentioned here.
Nature completes me
There is a word that slips from my mouth almost everytime I talk about colours (hues), it is: inteeenso*. It is a kind of joke, even if I mean a subtle baby pink hue, (baby pink is one of my favourite delicate hues, you can tell by Nefelibata advert to your right) I will still say inteeenso. I will also suggest a rojo intenso (intense rouge?) at the most unexpected place/ocassion/motive.
So, you know, I love playing with hues, you can tell when I play with my photographs’ hues and intensity…
Painting Nefelibata photography
Ever felt that the books choose you, as opposed to you choosing the books?
Demian by Hermann Hesse
I was on humanitarian mission in Chile in 2010, in a city near Concepcion, the epicenter of the earthquake of that year.
Ah, the wonders of technology! It allows us to play with colours and please our eyes with no harm (to the original image)!
Every man’s work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.
Nefelibata self portrait3
Conversation at El Olivar
This photograph reminds me of the book entitled “Conversation in the Cathedral” by Peruvian Nobel Prize winner, Mario Vargas Llosa. I love the sphinx that seems
Photos like this remind me of my childhood readings… ghosts, temples, chapels, weddings, romance, hidden romances, vintage stories. This photo was actually taken on a full moon night. Guess the place?
Black and White
I was going through my India archives and I found this photo. This photo was taken behind the Taj Mahal itself. What I particularly like about this picture is how it shows three people of the same nationality (not me, of course) and yet with their own style and expression. This brings me to the words style and fashion. Many people when faced with the word fashion get all this discourse about superficiality and consumerism, I would rather use the word style. To me “Style is not a display of wealth but an expression of imagination” (1).