"A criança é a máscara do velho"

Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos, O Operário, 1947

MGM ... mas o que é que fica, o que é que realmente fica de nós?

M.C Bom, de nós ficam os filhos se fazes filhos, ficam livros e pinturas se escreves ou pintas, ficam esculturas, etc… Não é grande consolação… para mim não é! Porque se houvesse a eternidade era uma coisa, não é? Mas não há… Não interessa quantos milhares de anos, ou milhões de anos, o planeta terra vai levar para explodir, não é? Portanto acaba tudo por desaparecer, pronto, fsssst!
É muito misterioso isto tudo, não é?

MGM Então para que é que isto serve?

MC Não sei, serve para foder que é muito agradável e dá muito gozo. Serve para amar....e serve para morrer. Pronto!
"A criança é a máscara do velho", mas a verdade é que a criança, enquanto criança, é mesmo criança, não é?

"Autografia"de Miguel Gonçalves Mendes, sobre MárioCesariny

(Watch)ing you

Just at that moment I passed the shop of a watchmaker-optometrist, whose sign had always been a large clock that gave the exact time. Under this clock hung a picture of a pair of giant eyeglasses with staring eyes. On my morning walks I had always smiled to myself at this slightly grotesque detail in the street scene. To my amazement, the hands of the clock had disappeared. The dial was blank, and below it someone had smashed both of the eyes so that they looked like watery, infected sores. Instinctively I pulled out my own watch to check the time, but I found that my old reliable gold timepiece had also lost its hands. I held it to my ear to find out if it was still ticking. Then I heard my heart beat. It was pounding very fast and irregularly. I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable feeling of frenzy. I put my watch away and leaned for a few moments against the wall of a building until the feeling had passed. My heart calmed down and I decided to return home.

(...)

MARIANNE: Did you sleep well?

ISAK: Yes, but I dreamed. Can you imagine—the last few months I've had the most peculiar dreams. It's really odd.

MARIANNE: What's odd?

ISAK: It's as if I'm trying to say something to myself which I don't want to hear when I'm awake.

MARIANNE: And what would that be?

ISAK: That I'm dead, although I live.


Ingmar Bergman, Morangos Silvestres, Suécia,1957

Les Fleurs du Mal

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MARILYN MANSON'S PAINTINGS IN INAUGURAL U.S. EXHIBITION DURING ART BASEL MIAMI 2008, PRESENTED BY GALERIE BRIGITTE SCHENK IN COLLABORATION WITH 101 EXHIBIT - A NEW GALLERY SPACE IN THE MIAMI DESIGN DISTRICT

L’Animateur

L’Animateur - The Animator, Nick Hilligoss
Vencedor do Festival de Berlim Curtas 2008 e do Anima-Mundi 2008.

'Victorin levantando vôo da ponta do Rochedo do Monte Inacessível para ir à descoberta Austral...' Gravura de Louis Binet, no livro de Rétif de la Bretonne, ' La Découverte Australe par un Homme Volant ou Le Dédale Français' , 1781, tomo primeiro