Art

The day the music died (literally)

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It was the year 2000 when I was introduced to the wonder that is Vinicio Capossela. A master like few the world has seen.

He is humble, his musicality original, raw, full of fire, his lyrics poems of the highest order. Above all, he reaches out and touches the human condition in a way that speaks volumes to me, walking that fine line between nostalgia and melancholy, verve and rhythm, yearning and desire, passion and soul. As I read somewhere, he is a visionary dreamer. And through him, we too dream. Continue reading →

Marina Abramović and the age of the narcissist

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So Spazju Kreattiv are screening the documentary The Space in Between: Marina Abramović and Brazil.

It’s touted to be a journey of self-discovery for the controversial Serbian artist as she travels through Brazil in search of personal healing, artistic inspiration and an experience of sacred rituals to reveal her creative process.

Now, I have never been a fan of Abramović’s personally. Continue reading →

Photospiration

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©Trustees of the British Museum
It is the play of light and shadow that renders things most haunting. ©Trustees of the British Museum. Odilon Redon, La Cellule d’Or, a drawing in oil and metallic paint.

This is what the artist had to say about his work:

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.