On Beauty and Vancouver Website Design
Posted by: Octavio Marquez on 6/27/2008 6:52:03 PM
(yes-sure-a-ha)
Some people see things differently from the very beginning.
Some become best friends with a blank piece of paper and a pencil at around the same time.
What first starts as just an unconscious intent to imitate reality soon becomes an obsession to understand that reality and transform it into something more personal and more beautiful than it had been, if possible. No sunrise is wonderful by itself. The nature lacks the sense of beauty by itself – it’s us and only us who can attribute certain aesthetic judgments based upon everything that we have seen, heard, read, felt or experienced in any other way. The longer and more intensive the path of gaining relevant knowledge is the clearer is the judgment. Along that path one may find that all the stories have already been told. What is left is to experiment with form and to try to shape new ways for telling those old stories. It is so regarding (almost) everything.
Once you learn the alphabet and you know how to read, once you’re friend with Homer, Sophocles, Euripides, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Lope de Vega, Calderon, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Ibsen, Camus, Borges, Marquez, Kis and Eco, once you have seen Fellini, Bertolucci, Pasollini, Antonioni, Bergman, Tarkowski, Godard, Mikhailkov, once you are fine with Bach’s English Concerto performed by Ralph Kirkpatrick , Glenn Gould or Pogorelich, once you learn Rachmanov 2nd piano concerto by heart (Ashkenazy), once you don’t distinguish Rubinstein from Shopen, once you go to Barbican and hear London Symphony Orchestra performing Brahms Violin Concerto in D Major conducted by Andre Previn, once you experienced your own silence, once you see Italy on the 250 cc East German motorbike with your girlfriend, sip your espresso on Lido, once you’re astonished by El Duomo, once you say hello to Leonardo, Michelangelo and Botticelli, once you try real Italian pizza made out only of thin crust base, tomato sauce and few olives in the darkest neighborhood of Bari sometime around midnight of the shortest night of the year, once you wakeup first time on the cold bench in front of the Notre Dame de Paris and you believe that your life hasn’t started yet, once you start thinking in images, once you recognize all the pages from Jenson’s History of Art (that you browsed so many times, back home, preparing exams) in all major museums from the Uffizi to Reijsk Museum (you even fly for a day to Madrid to spent couple of hours in ex Thyssen-Bornemisza with a friend – at that time you are both crazy about Monet), once Van Gogh makes you think, once you start putting together Rothko, Pollock and Cage, once you move to Barcelona, spend two whole lives there and you are fluent both in Spanish and Catalan – hence you can understand Dali, Miro, Picaso and Gaudi, therefore you know what Cava and pan amb tomaquet mean, once you go to Nou Camp and hear one hundred thousand people sing together, once you see sun goes down below Palace Pier in Brighton, once you gamble in Vegas and you win, once you are happy in Lugano, Amsterdam, Lausanne, Bath, Bristol, Belgrade, once you see snows of Matterhorn and sandy beaches of Moorea, Raiatea and Bora Bora, once you promise yourself you will be back to Istanbul just for a tea in the early morning of December, once you promise to yourself that you will never go back somewhere, once you know that people around you are but then, next moment they might not be, once you understand that all photos you have taken can be deleted in a blink of the eye, once Capa or Henry Cartier Bresson happen to you, once you learn that not everybody had what you had (Gatsby), once you do something that you’re, finally, happy with, once you understand that sights and sounds are everywhere around us, once you just become aware of complex hierarchy of lines and shapes that world is made of, once that importance of presence of both black and white is your every day bread, once it comes to your mind that it takes everything in order to be able to understand, once you stopped thinking that you can express anything with words no matter how many languages you master, once you love and once you hate, you’ll be fine. You’ll be just fine.
But life still goes on, rain or shine, with having red Dostoevsky or not…
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