She has the secret of my next artwork. She has born today.
Nulla aesthetica sine ethica. Nulla ethica sine aesthetica.
"Cuando desespero, recuerdo que, a lo largo de la historia, siempre han triunfado la verdad y el amor. Ha habido tiranos y asesinos que durante un momento pueden parecer invencibles, pero, al final, siempre caen. Tenedlo presente. Siempre." Mahatma Gandhi.
"Hay que luchar contra la desgracia con la misma rabia que ella hasta cansarla." Louis-Ferdinand Céline.
"Que tu fragilidad sea tu fuerza." Pina Bausch.
"Escribir un poema es reparar la herida fundamental, la desgarradura, porque todos estamos heridos." Alejandra Pizarnik
"Cuando desespero, recuerdo que, a lo largo de la historia, siempre han triunfado la verdad y el amor. Ha habido tiranos y asesinos que durante un momento pueden parecer invencibles, pero, al final, siempre caen. Tenedlo presente. Siempre." Mahatma Gandhi.
"Hay que luchar contra la desgracia con la misma rabia que ella hasta cansarla." Louis-Ferdinand Céline.
"Que tu fragilidad sea tu fuerza." Pina Bausch.
"Escribir un poema es reparar la herida fundamental, la desgarradura, porque todos estamos heridos." Alejandra Pizarnik
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Sunday, 26 May 2013
By Cristina Boixareu - Madrid
By Cristina Boixareu
¡Gracias Cristina por tu bonita aportación!
I hope the rest of the people who already has a postcard will
send me their portrait-photograph soon:)
Saturday, 25 May 2013
With Julieta
Taking a cup of coffe and sharing a piece of chocolate cake with Julieta. She says: "Today I feel empty"
Sunday, 19 May 2013
"DUET" Art project by Nacho and Luka: More photographies from India.
I suggest you to take a look of the new amazing photographies that Nacho has sent me from India.
Click on the righ column where it says: Duet art project: "Una escapadita por Asia"-"A short journey around Asia"
Click on the righ column where it says: Duet art project: "Una escapadita por Asia"-"A short journey around Asia"
And enjoy!:)
Friday, 17 May 2013
Artistic gathering on the 15th of May at Arkadia International Bookshop in Helsinki
Thank you to all the people who participated on the event!:)
They have done the documentation's photographs of the event. Thank you to each of the photographers.
And thank you Ian!
By Heli and Juulia Litmanen - Lauttasaari (Helsinki)
By Heli Litmanen and Juulia Litmanen
13 Toukokuu 3013
Lauttasaari (Helsinki)
Lauttasaari (Drumsö in Swedish) is an island and neighbourhood of Western Helsinki, about 3 kilometres west of the city centre.
Saturday, 11 May 2013
The exhibition "From room 208 to your place" at Arkadia International Bookshop is already open.
You are all most warmly invited!
Arkadia International Bookshop
Nervanderinkatu 11 00100 Helsinki
You are all most warmly invited to the artistic event next Tuesday, 14th of May from 14.00 to 16.00h
Otherwise, you can already go and visit it during these days:
Today, Saturday 11th until 18.00
Monday 12th from 16.00 to 20.00
Tuesday 13th from 12.00 to 19.00
Please, feel free to do any comment, suggestion, feedback on the small notebook. Thank you very much. Kiitos paljon.
Saturday, 4 May 2013
Friday, 3 May 2013
ANUNCIO OFICIAL / OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
ANUNCIO OFICIAL / OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
You are warmly invited to the next gathering/happening, part of the project "From the room 208 to your place" that will be on the 14th of May from 14:00pm until 16:00pm at Arkadia Bookshop, Nervanderinkatu 11(click on, to check the map),00100, Helsinki, Finland.
Please, feel free to invite your friends. I hope to see you all there.
Please, feel free to invite your friends. I hope to see you all there.
Best wishes. Luka
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Documental: La depresion tratamiento en psicologia clínica y psiquiatria By Luis Vallester
¿Qué piensas sobre esto?
Este proyecto se alimenta de tus comentarios
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
At the beginning of the happening while Julieta's text was sounding / Al principio del happening cuando el texto escrito por Julieta estaba sonando
At the beginning of the happening while Julieta's text was sounding
Happening on the 27th of April - Art Project "From room 208 to your place"- Espacio Fuentetaja - Madrid
Before the people come into the space. The musicians are rehearsing. The photographs that were taken by people are shown on the walls, format: 10 x 15 cm, beside candles.
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The happening starts
Entrance's Ticket:
Text written by Julieta and performed by me. It was recorded and sounding when the people came into the space:
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a splinter that penetrates your flesh/body with pain during a dark night, without your notice. It hollows out a space for itself, displacing your blood. In an instant, it sews your skin to make you believe that it was there since the beginning
of the time, and escapes from any of your attempts to recover your flesh, your
blood that died because it entered. Some days the the invader stays still, surveiling you; you do not know why you do not feel free, but you feel stalked by a pair of
eyes that hunt your soul. Before long, you become another, you no longer know who you are, because the light in your eyes is
absorbed from within by the eyes of the invader. It consumes you, it hurts, it stings
you, it infects you, and you suffer unable to scream at anyone. It
seems that no one is doing that damage to you, and so you scream at yourself!.
You feel as if you are your own executioner, sentencing yourself to no possible salvation. So you overflow a deep sadness. There are days that you look at your skin, you touch it, and it seems to be your own, but your eyes have been replaced by the invader's eyes. You expect the worst: to live , day after day, believing that you are the invader, lost! But there are days when you sense that the other has you gagged, and it does not feed you. How can you fight against it, if you can only see through its eyes? If you do not have your eyes, and you do not have yourself? But the days pass, and you start to question it, at least, in a rational way; "what are you doing here?" you ask it timidly, "if I have never let you get in". Ironically and cruelly, it answers you: "you did not let me in, but now you are mine, so you cannot expect me to go out". Its answer disarms you, and after getting enraged and hurting yourself, you say, "if I would not be able to throw it off I will have to make an agreement with it". But it does not want to negotiate, it refuses you. "You that are an insignificant being as you do not even have yourself to fight against me, how are you going to negotiate?” it yells you from inside. “I hope you won’t be thinking about declaring war against me without armies because, I remind you, you run the risk of bleeding to death.” It invades you with an intense fear, but you start to wish so strongly to get your blood back, and you are so exhausted from the sadness that comes from your bones, that you know the only chance you have left is to risk your life in battle. “With bites I will kick you out of here”, you say to encourage yourself. So you start to tear, little by little, every inch of your skin, your muscles and your flesh, to remove it. There are times when you have to stop because the pain makes you dizzy or even pass out. And little by little, as you took it away you realize there is no blood that remains, there is a painful empty hollow skin. And you panic! And you despair. But with patience and effort, day after day, the blood begins to flow. First drop by drop. Months later, a small brook. Then a rivulet that occasionally dries. But little by little, it begans to flow and becomes a beautiful river. With the skin still sore, you see and feel its flow with this ecstasy, you wonder, how do I handle it? And the whole universe remins silent.>>
You feel as if you are your own executioner, sentencing yourself to no possible salvation. So you overflow a deep sadness. There are days that you look at your skin, you touch it, and it seems to be your own, but your eyes have been replaced by the invader's eyes. You expect the worst: to live , day after day, believing that you are the invader, lost! But there are days when you sense that the other has you gagged, and it does not feed you. How can you fight against it, if you can only see through its eyes? If you do not have your eyes, and you do not have yourself? But the days pass, and you start to question it, at least, in a rational way; "what are you doing here?" you ask it timidly, "if I have never let you get in". Ironically and cruelly, it answers you: "you did not let me in, but now you are mine, so you cannot expect me to go out". Its answer disarms you, and after getting enraged and hurting yourself, you say, "if I would not be able to throw it off I will have to make an agreement with it". But it does not want to negotiate, it refuses you. "You that are an insignificant being as you do not even have yourself to fight against me, how are you going to negotiate?” it yells you from inside. “I hope you won’t be thinking about declaring war against me without armies because, I remind you, you run the risk of bleeding to death.” It invades you with an intense fear, but you start to wish so strongly to get your blood back, and you are so exhausted from the sadness that comes from your bones, that you know the only chance you have left is to risk your life in battle. “With bites I will kick you out of here”, you say to encourage yourself. So you start to tear, little by little, every inch of your skin, your muscles and your flesh, to remove it. There are times when you have to stop because the pain makes you dizzy or even pass out. And little by little, as you took it away you realize there is no blood that remains, there is a painful empty hollow skin. And you panic! And you despair. But with patience and effort, day after day, the blood begins to flow. First drop by drop. Months later, a small brook. Then a rivulet that occasionally dries. But little by little, it begans to flow and becomes a beautiful river. With the skin still sore, you see and feel its flow with this ecstasy, you wonder, how do I handle it? And the whole universe remins silent.>>
People giving feedback of the experience writting on cards