I want to become tolerant, without neglecting anything: I wish I didn’t persecute anyone, even if everyone persecutes me; become better, without realizing it, become sadder, but willingly live; become more peaceful, be happy in others; not belonging to anyone, grow in everyone ; loving the best, console the worst: hating no more, not even myself.
Elias Canetti, The Clipboard, 1942-1972 (from The Man Province)
Flying over the Rocky mountains with a small plane can be intimidating. The mountains are enormous towers of solid rocks, fortunately, it’s possible to cross it over terrain as low as 6000 ft. VFR routes are the fasted way to cross without actually flying over any mountains. This gives you a sense of security knowing that if you have mechanical issues, there is a chance of making a successful landing on the road or valley below, and being rescued quickly.
Flying direct will take some time off of your trip. If you haven’t flown through the mountains yet, don’t bother going direct. The half hour of flying time you save to get to the destination will not make up for the entire time you are worrying about your engine quitting and the jagged rocks below. If you have a Ballistic Chute installed, this worry will not be as high, but survival in the middle of nowhere is still a concern if something does actually go wrong. Engines have been known to fail, no matter how much it cost or who built it.
“Here are the keys forged by a master locksmith to unlock the closed doors of Shabbat. May all who seek to enter the King’s palace use them, and find their way inside.” R. Dovid Sears
I sailed 118 miles to see Sheringham Lighthouse. It was built after 126 people died in 1906 ship sinking. This lighthouse survived wars and disasters and is still standing proudly facing the Pacific Ocean. A truly magical place, untouched and beautifully forlorn.
Sailing there early in the morning will be calm and you will have a tidal push toward your destination. You will notice the ocean swell as soon as you cross the bar. It is not bad but it is there to remind you that you are headed for the West Coast.
We left the city behind We climbed the frozen summit Beyond the thicket we continued Through rocks, mountains, moors, heaths, thorns and darkness. There in this immensity I suffocated as I saw
How manifest you are in me Even closer than the lashes of my eyes Buried between two beats of my heart. You are this arrow that they tried to pull out
and I kept it with all my strength despite the wound and bleeding.
I showed you the Milky Way in the sky
My soul there was flooded by you Years passed but you still You reborn There will never be an ending
I understand. I understand why most people regard their dreams as of little importance. They are too light for them, and most people identify the serious with what has weight. Tears are serious; one can collect them in a jar. But a dream, like a smile, is pure air. Dreams, like smiles, fade quickly. But what if they dissolve their face and smiles remain?
Serie 3: sound migration/ amplification/ distortion
The idea was to spend 4 min per object and create 3 series of 10 sculptures that tell a story with a continuous and spontaneous thread. It does not leave time for thinking, you have to create order within your own chaos as said Pierre Soulages: “ we are always being stalked by two things that are equally dangerous : order and disorder. Order can be sterile. Disorder productive. And vis versa. I like works which allow me to construct myself. And which construct me. Rilke said something I admire:”it submerges us. We organize it. But it falls to pieces. We organize it again and we ourselves fall to pieces”. “
You carry it until you merge Perspective from massive surfaces
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