elements

little by little
piece by piece
this world is absorbing me

Athens

"telephones for eyes"     Mercury Rev

Kochova Zahrada

Art

                                                           "alone"        Howard Hodgkin      2004

Art just like every brave and honest human endeavour takes a certain amount of suffering

Ideas Life Love Inspiration

                                                     Athens         2016

Ideas can fall into your head sometimes as lines of words and flashes of imagery that are seldom said or seen. 

Life moves along regardless of if you join in and take off with it, or try your best to slow it down in an attempt to understand. 

Love hits you unexpectedly and its power is overwhelming, it touches your existence with such delicate fingers as it finds all your strengths and weaknesses.

Inspiration is a flower that if you are really lucky blooms for you once in a lifetime.

certain songs

                                                   Bratislava       2004

A certain kind of song saddens and beautifies life with its courage and truth and longing.
Just as we are more than the sum of our years, some songs are much more than melody and words.
And they are like a trigger for memory to seduce us with.

after a rain storm

I love the smell after a rain storm
they way the birds sing together
and how the trees stand perfectly still
drenched in water and refreshed

"take care of all your memories, for you cannot relive them"

Dylan

into the sun

Reading the book “Dylan on Dylan” today I came across an interview Bob made with Sam Shepard called “the short life of trouble” for esquire magazine. In the interview Bob talks about his influences among them Woody Guthrie, Hank Williams and James Dean and he also talks about the near fatal motorcycle accident he had in Woodstock in 1966.

two words

The ancient Greeks had two words for time.
1) Chronos: chronological, sequential or linear time.
2) Kairos: time revealed in its depth dimension.

from here I see the birds fly

                                                                                         Bratislava          2016

for my brother

                                                                                       Bratislava           2016

We live with a sense of belonging somewhere, even when alone and far away, this sense of belonging lets us know without any real accuracy, direction or distance, not where that somewhere is, but that it exists. 

Acropolis

                                                                                               Athens         2016

People were not that interested in the ruins of this 5th century BC citadel, it seemed that they had walked to the top of this hill overlooking Athens to add to their growing archive of selfies

sunset

down to the horizon
the sky dissolves in bands
blue black and crimson
a great flame of orange
squeezing the space between
into a thin strip of silver light
in the darkening treetops
a thousand leaves shake
with the song of the ocean

Attica

                                                                                     Sounio                 2016

after a dream

I woke up this morning and was thinking about time, with all its depth and dimension and how it doesn't do much to explain its passing. It can be a year or ten or more but only in our mind did things ever exist like they did and even at that they probably didn’t. Counting years or looking back just proves we cant really explain anything and even though things probably all happen for a reason, that maybe we one day find out, as time passes they start to fade and that seems to me the saddest part of all.

we are here...

to study
to learn
to question
to speculate
to discover
to invent
to revise
to preserve
to make
and to give

W.S.

eight

you can never plan moments

I walked up the old stone steps from Zrinskeho to Myjavska today, a route I took many times when I lived on Svetla. I like this neighbourhood with its crumbling old buildings and overgrown trees, the older houses possess a magic that outshines the new glass boxes that money has built in the past decade. I remembered almost skipping down the steps of a summer evening on my way into town to meet friends, the blossoms from the numerous bushes and trees filling the air with their sweet fragrance and also the slow heavy paced journey home several hours later smiling under a starlit sky.

It was to photograph trees and maybe a bit of nostalgia that took me up the steps today. I saw the tree branch poking out of a 10 metre wall at the top of Myjavska, so I leaned against the wall and pointed the camera up, and at that very moment the aeroplane flew over. It made me feel happy, that journey has given me another nice memory and confirmed to me that you can't plan moments, they just happen, and all we can do is appreciate them.

one two trees

trees make the experience of living in the city more beautiful
they stand like natures reminder of all that we are missing
and even if it is only the shade they provide on a hot day
or shelter from a sudden rain storm
they all bear some kind of fruit

for time

how I wish
there was more of you
in my memory
an ancient dream
a bright solitary star
long afternoon shadow
beating of wings
the world of a child
fragment of beauty
an impenetrable silence
wordless and untouchable
elusive and mysterious
how I wish
there was more