Opaque Destination

Swan Song / Mardi Gras

2009-07-04T12:53:00.004-03:00

Swan Song/Mardi Grass

Numbered clouds
Shades with names
Who calls?
Catch your songs
I'm there you see
At the table
With the kings
All is dying but
We fly in unusual,
Invented dances
I watch
We pass
Surpassing
Catch your songs
And if you think
Those were the days
I would say
You are right
In a certain way
Time also dies

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So that's it ! The rumours were true: OPAQUE DESTINATION IS BACK!
Stay around and join us in this journey towards the unknown.
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends...
Enjoy it!

Renewall

2009-05-30T13:22:00.005-03:00

Renewall

Aos passantes e fiéis amigos que ainda me apóiam visitando este lugar de sombras e palavras:

Obrigado pelo contínuo (as vezes involuntário mas sempre bem vindo) apoio.
Opaque Destination está passando por algumas mudanças visuais. Sinto que com o tempo o design do site passou a não representar mais a dimensão da idéia geral deste projeto. Acho que é hora de uma mudança... Assim espero que gostem do novo design no qual estou trabalhando. Infelizmente não tenho tido todo o tempo que queria, já que tenho um trabalho em tempo integral. Mas Opaque Destination vive! de volta mais cedo do que vocês pensam e mais estranho do que nunca...

To the bystanders and faithful friends who still support me by visiting this place of shadows and words:

Thanks for your permanet (sometimes unintended but always welcome) support.
Opaque Destination is going through some visual changes. I feel that the site design no more represents the size of the idea behind this project. I think it is time for a change... I hope you enjoy the new design I'm working on. Unfortunately I have not had much time, since I have a full time job. But Opaque Destination lives! back sooner than you think and stranger than ever...

Fish in The Meadows

2009-04-18T13:32:00.005-03:00

Fish in The Meadows

How far we are from what we faithfully seek
What a misleading dream
What a delusive search
Fish in the meadows
And bees in the sea

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It is not possible to know everything about something. Nor even about nothing.

Karthago

2009-04-14T19:52:00.005-03:00

Karthago

Drawing lines that later will reveal
The bounds that merge us down
In a mass of pressured thoughts
It is true I cannot remember
When I first saw your hesitating walk
Your eyes moving as if your doubt was mine
Time is a verb and I should have known
How to spell your name without this beauty
That in the end is an empty enchantment
To summon winds from inexistent coordinates

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My mind fights on many fronts.

Scappata

2009-04-06T16:23:00.006-03:00

Scappata

Fire
Shines high
Exiled, I've chased mirages
Crossing deserts to meet
My own disappearance

Found, then lost.

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All the evidences lead to one suspect: chance.

Good Morning Prypiat

2009-04-02T00:37:00.005-03:00

Good Morning Prypiat

900 rusted years will pass
Framed moment, framed air
Nor even ghosts now haunt you
Good morning today
Always in the dark
But is not always night to you

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So, explain to me...

Shapeshifting

2009-03-30T17:28:00.005-03:00

Shapeshifting

We are merged in fragments
We, dissolved, permeate time
Though we know we have to leave
We talk on staying
Mesmerized by
Life's inconsistency

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The truth is out there. But we are here...

Those Black Eyes Now Opaque

2009-03-21T15:13:00.005-03:00

Those Black Eyes Now Opaque

Lying down as if asleep
Drifting now in other worlds
May the gods
Be companion and guide
All joy is departed
All light is away
As they close
With grave mercy
Those black eyes now opaque

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Por que chorar por partes da vida se ela toda é que merece lágrimas?

Seneca, Lucius Annaeus

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

2009-03-16T12:16:00.005-03:00

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

Submerged in dormancy
Resound
These mansions
Of strangely known
Resemblance
In these halls
Of carefully drawn
Patterns
I recognize
The design of
Your sorrow

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Note: Merged words from previous post "Ghost Station Park Memorial"....

Underworld/Overworld

2009-03-12T13:48:00.005-03:00

Underworld/Overworld

Sidewalks in a dream within a dream
The old smell of earth, bathed
The brand new taste of furious skies
Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home
Birds as sparks into the evening
Circling, diving
It's more like if I was the river
That I see from here
Some hearts never stop
Have to leave now
Feel at home in my dream
But it is yours now

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So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

2009-03-06T23:36:00.005-03:00

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

You know what they say about fate
You turn left, then right
Curves and shortcuts
Another deviation
All directions
Every moment
Is a new road you think you're taking
And if you stop
And look behind
You can only see
A straight line
No matter what you do
What do I think?
Fucking complete bullshit.
( Believe me
It's written in the fucking stars!)

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Lifes may vary. Death doesn't.

Stardust Music Overture

2009-02-24T00:26:00.006-03:00

Stardust Music Overture

Frozen dust and sand, I am you
Come to me nights, come to me days
Reveal to me your names and hidden names
As one. For we are one
Everything from nothing and nothing else
Convoys to distant tomorrows
Come to me nights, come to me days
Do not leave before I sleep and see you changing
Everything from nothing and nothing else
And all these things... for what?

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Strong together. Stronger alone.

Optimize Your Pessimism

2009-02-20T01:43:00.006-03:00

Optimize Your Pessimism

Welcome to the country and home
Of the strong and invincible
Their pride is a sun
Shining high, blinding heat
But soon they'll be gone
Broken
Defeated
The light only shows you the shadows
Death deciphers life
It's all fucked up
What I'm saying is
Optimize your pessimism

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Meet me at midnight in the Paradox Alley.

note: just in case you're wondering the words used in the image came from a previous post,"Life File Verification Done". You can read it there if you want...

Outposts of Recollection

2009-02-16T12:53:00.006-03:00

Outposts of Recollection

What once was cannot be again
We were supposed to forget
We were supposed to leave time behind
Instead, we became guards
In vigil
In the outposts of recollection.

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Not everyone can see the beauty of these mysteries...

Vessel Astray

2009-02-10T00:07:00.006-02:00

Vessel Astray

There was a time when I called it North
Estranged, entangled
I am astray
Am I?
Away...

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Stars won't lead us home. Not this time....

Burnt Bridges

2009-02-04T02:01:00.005-02:00

Burnt Bridges

Every war has its veterans
Even wars in your mind and heart
It's time to leave this world behind
Recollections drowned by massive tides
The murderer washed his hands
So as the heroe
Is not what you see
Is what it is

And what is it?

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We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...

Ghost Station Park Memorial

2009-01-06T00:57:00.005-02:00

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Was she there yesterday?
The oldest houses
Keep the oldest news
When glorious bells sing loud
The younger joys
The nights of fire
The golden fathers clocks
One by one
The dearest faces
The clearest thoughts
They all
Evolve to another line
In a bad poem
But these are also bad days
Hers is the morning
Night is yours

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White Mountain

2008-12-18T17:15:00.005-02:00

White Mountain

Hold on to your sorrows
Make home in your silence
Surface is salvation
Prevail
Belong
Retrieve
Retain
Dreams overkilled again
And piled in white mountains

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Death Clock

2008-12-12T16:53:00.005-02:00

The Clock of Death

All is white in a burning world
JOYS OF an endless morning
All your fears are possibilities
You know, time lies
We're older BUT NOT WISER
Not enough to know when a kingdom is falling
Clouds in cold skies
We, ash from old fire
These are our dark works

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What Rides Through Silver Skies

2008-11-25T01:02:00.005-02:00

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.

Spatial Mind Frame

2008-10-06T15:39:00.005-03:00

Spatial Mind Frame

Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.
Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.
Return.

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Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.

Send/Receive

2008-10-04T01:38:00.005-03:00

Send/Receive

Here's how I know your eyes are there:
The skies are on fire.
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If you don't have the key, if you don't have the code, why do you want the message?

Note: Two posts in a day! Has anyone noticed it?...No?...Anyone...?

10%

2008-10-03T02:03:00.005-03:00

10%

You stand so strong. My eyes must close.
Say your name.
I know it is Night.

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An older work here. I've created this one not a long time ago. Now it has found its place as part of my site collection. Actually, a simple manipulation of two or three pictures. Blended they resulted in this dark and fluid piece which is called 'Unreachable'.

2008-09-24T19:27:00.005-03:00

Life File Verification Done

We pulse to keep the pace
This road of eternal steps, and more and faster steps
Precisely now I am there in the waters of the past
As if I was past myself
Closing mouth of the universal conversation
As if I was the hours raining through rusty days
And carved stones

Not to chase time, but surround the time inside us
And burning fast the leaves of a dead season
Light says ciao to Now in a ghost station
And waves a clandestine goodbye
From dark to darker chapters
Towards the prologue
Of all hesitating and completely constructed life

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NOTE: Due to a problem in my scanner machine, for a while I won't be able to digitalize my paintings. So, unfortunately I have give a break in my "Handscapes" series...I've been trying to solve this inconvenient, but due to my lack of time (I've been working a lot these last weeks) I'm afraid it will take some days more. So, I will continue the posts from this point bringing to you some traditional Photo based works. In this moment I'm out of options, but the Handscapes will come back as soon as possible and the collection of paintings will be completed. Stay connected...

Silent Parades

2008-09-06T00:49:00.005-03:00

Silent Parades

Wait and see. Now, here they come. Not a sound. This hours are dead.

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Time/Dust Convertor

2008-07-07T22:01:00.005-03:00

Time/Dust Convertor

We can't handle Time. Not in time. Dust to Dust.

I made this picture using paint for fabric over paper. Then I made some changes, digitally, in the color tones and included some samples. Not bad for a first experiment. More to come...

Handscapes

2008-06-30T01:01:00.006-03:00

Handscapes

From now on I bring to you a new sequence of images, this time with some different aspects. First of all, this will be my first attempt to do something I've been planning on doing for quite sometime: show some handmade work. But... as I am not a painter, I decide to combine my paintings in paper with some digital manipulation. Hope you enjoy this new and strange journey through this handmade landscapes.

PS.: Sorry for the delay in the posts. Too much work in my last year of graduation. I also have been traveling a lot recently. I'll try to be more present here now, I promise.

Riddle of Hearts

2008-05-27T07:32:00.005-03:00

Riddle of Hearts

And they bless me with their fingers crossed.

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Well, this picture puts an end to this "Intermezzo". Unexpectedly, this sequence turned out to have a kind of connection, though this was not my original plan. What's coming next? Let's see...

Overture

2008-05-22T06:22:00.005-03:00

Overture

Death offers us n arms.
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And Life only one hand...

Not fair? HA!

Bloody Marvel

2008-05-18T06:22:00.005-03:00

Bloody Marvel

Only the living bleed.

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So, bleed to feel alive! This is getting more and more funny ...

(Do plants bleed green? ...)

It's Over Over Here

2008-05-14T00:46:00.005-03:00

It's Over Over Here

The enemy is me
The killer is me
This army is me

A bizarre but very nice old/burnt effect. Words treated like image. Another example of simplicity. A war is over, a war begins...

Arrival/Departure

2008-05-11T22:00:00.005-03:00

Arrival/Departure

Counting suns... fast and then faster until time stops.

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This picture has an unusual combination of colors, I think. I gave up trying to understand what inspiration is and where it comes from. I heard that we never perceive colors the same way. It must be true.

Self-portrait with Mask

2008-05-07T01:10:00.005-03:00

Self-portrait with Mask

I am what I've done...

NOTE: I was planning to post something last week, but I had to rehearse and travel to perform a concert with one of my bands. Now we are returning to our normal (?) programme...

Intermezzo

2008-04-22T21:55:00.005-03:00

Intermezzo

This week I'm going to start another sequence of posts with some brand new material. There will be not a specific theme. The images will be connected, of course, but again in a subtle manner. About the words, the musical and literary references will be there, as usual. I call this new collection "Intermezzo".And it will be like a pause inside a long song...

Leitmotif ( or I Hear Only )

2008-04-18T21:55:00.005-03:00

Leitmotif ( or I Hear Only )

We look at ourselves and to the rest of the world. One may say the whole thing was supposed to work. I'm not quite sure. That's why sometimes I watch only. I hear only. It's not my part having those answers. Wasn't everything said before? They could solve this puzzle in one day but I'm too far now ( maybe in both, space and time ). It's not anymore a question of who's right. 'Keep it dark'. 'I'll just keep my mouth shut'. Struggle, struggle. It's all right. But never cheer before you know who's winning.

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So, that's it! Here are the last but not least... With "Hollogram" and "Hollow Green" I bring my 'Twin Series' to an end. When I started this little project I didn't know where it was going to, but now I can say it was a very interesting experience and I'm very proud of this collection. A 'visual family album'. I hope you all have appreciated this artworks as much as I have ( No way! ) .

As I said before in a few days I'll be starting a new project. I'm already working on it... ( allright, allright, I was going to begin tomorrow!) and I hope to increase my rate of posts, probably two new posts by week. Stay around. And keep your distorted points of view on Opaque-Destination...The risk is all yours.

2008-04-14T08:44:00.005-03:00

Tsatare's Theme

Days, days...In the visible distance, shine as flame and voice. Fearless. Your hands have been like this since that distant morning. Days. And fate? Stay on the road. This bridge crosses two rivers. Fate is another legend...

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I hope to publish another post in one or two days. It will be the last post from my "Twin Series". What's coming next? I definitely don't know. But I've been thinking in something darker, I must say... Well, you'll have to wait and see. For now, enjoy this little double enigma. HA! I think right now, this one is my favorite.

Garden Stormgod

2008-03-31T09:44:00.005-03:00

Garden Stormgod

Who cares if we are not forever? Who would plant where nothing grows? There are so many hours in half a life and still a life is short. It's not a ghost what you see at night. And it's not the sun, that silent heat. Just another turn of the Earth. Elliptically complete. All is youth and strenght. For the world is just born. Why did we open our eyes? The traveller names his way...

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I always wanted to create an image that seems incomplete (part blank). I like the effect and this is one of my favorites now. A nice combination of black/white and colors.

I had a crash in my computer and that's because this post is late. Now it is OK, so I hope to publish another post as soon as possible.

Summerlands

2008-03-19T20:44:00.005-03:00

Summerlands

The ground rises up until it touches our feet
And so we walk to find the ghosts of the summer
Our senses tormented by the sound of the sun
Like larvae of ourselves and children of dead men
In valleys of green fire
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Here we have another strange pair. These twins came from an old picture taken a long time ago.Now I decide to use parts of it to create this two flowing (or floating) images. Somehow they remembered me an old collection of illustrated books I used to read when I was young. Together they were a kind of Encyclopedia with thousands of images and historical notes, from the "cavemen" to the conquest of the moon. Cool! Of course the illustrations were as different from these as a 'hypercube' from a rabbit, what makes we all think: "What the fuck has it to do with this post?".

PS.: The words in this post came out from an old poem I wrote some years ago to use as lyrics to a song. Of course I never get to write a song as weird as this words.I wonder what I was thinking...

The Purpose of Bravery

2008-03-01T10:45:00.005-03:00

The Purpose of Bravery

You must hide yourself away. Here they come. The smiling killers. The kidnappers of your chances. The warriors of truth. The right/wrong officers. The sellers of general explanations. Stalking. Always talking. Never stopping. Whispering spells of sympathy. Examining. Analysing. Dancing the dance. Chanting chants. The grey traitors. The well behaved lifetakers. The inoffensive and good and old offenders. The trespassers. Crawling the carpets. Closing the curtains. Sitting. Eating. Never leaving. Don´t talk to them. Don´t rise your look. Walk faster. You can't go home. They pass through your garden. Scratching the window. The reasonable liars. Choosing the chosen. Methodologically prepared to be our contrary. Here they come. Must we go back? Or should we face them and then defy them and then defeat them and then show them how we are ready and strong at spirit? Show not a fear you don´t have. We'll all disappear someday. Make them know you. Make them remember. Stronger today. It's time to do a braver thing.

Doppelgänger

2008-02-23T21:54:00.005-03:00

Doppelgänger

What are you?
Drawing in shadows
Reflected demon
Walking behind me in nights and summers
In a silent brotherhood we exist
What are you if not me?
There are days when we fight the unquiet battle
And then come days of secret escapes
We stand to watch the same and constant procession of moments
I stop and taste the road and then go back but still I'm there
Your footprints are mine
Brother in the infant days
One will be two
The first
And again the first
For two are one
Doubling me
What are you?
And wich of us has this life?
Am I the ghost of you?
For if I see you I'll Know I'm dead

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I chose "Seventh September" and "Minus Seven" to start my 'Twin Series'. They are like variations on a main theme. I thought of their names when I accidentally found an article or something like a list of persons who have numbers as names. (At least this time I am able to explain the image titles. Obviously, if you consider this an explanation)

Nonvanishing Twin Syndrome

2008-02-18T09:55:00.005-03:00

Nonvanishing Twin Syndrome

This week I'll be starting a new sequence of posts. I like to call it "The Twin Series". Two images in one post. Two visions . Two angles. Two versions. Like in legends of 'evil twins', here we'll see a brotherhood in dissonance and yet in a subtle harmony. Sometimes it looks like you have two answers for the same question. Sometimes both are wrong. Sometimes both are right. So here I reveal this unidentical twin images . I think each one has its meaning and together, somehow, they work. Or maybe not.

Carve The Sky

2008-02-11T16:28:00.005-02:00

Carve The Sky

To fly the wind
To burn the earth
And carve the sky.

Subjective words to an objective image.
Maybe the most objective I've posted here.
Few words today, friends. Just feeling tired.

C'est Maintenant le Jour

2008-01-28T10:54:00.005-02:00

C'est Maintenant le Jour

Let me see once more

From this rusty cell
I built from thoughts

That quiescent roads

And tired rivers

For now is the day

And tonight expects to be the night

When their faces come at mind

To haunt our hearts

And defeat with calm

Each and every one

Of our chances to believe

That we are truly alive

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This is called "Jour". I took the original photo from my room. I think there are days when we really want to see an unexpected thing (like this one here) when we open the window. But instead , the most of times, we just see the same old colours and shapes. What? A little LSD would help? Ha! Maybe "one of these days"...

Not Given Us To Know

2008-01-21T10:55:00.005-02:00

Not Given Us To Know

Somethings are not given us to know.

Now, the strangest thing is that our whole lives can be driven by, motivated by or based on such things and on the will to know what we can't. And if you ask me what's the reason I'll say: the reason is not given us to know.

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I call this one "L'entité Cinq" ( the reason it's not...). Isn't it strange how, sometimes, some familiar places, people and objects suddenly seem quite different when viewed in different moments? Well, after all, is that not what life is about? Changing points of view? ...Whatever. An ordinary photo, in principle. I just made some changes in lights and darks . Again :"the simpler, the better". And I like the final result very much.

Rust Cleansing

2008-01-20T10:55:00.005-02:00

Rust Cleansing

Well. well. well....Look who's back in action. After all this time...No, I was not in a deep coma! In fact I was just preparing new material and almost killing myself in the university. "Now I'm here, now I'm there"...Anyway, from now on I'll try to make the blog... let's say... weekly updated. Allright, allright, I know many of you don't believe me but I promise I'll try hard to keep an regular interval bettween the posts. You may think writing these posts it's not a big deal and it should not be a problem, however writing that few lines it's more difficult to me than making the artwork ! It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I don't know , maybe I'm only trying to maintain a "standard", if I can say so, in this blog. So if I think a text or image it's not ok I'll always rather not to post it. Maybe it's one of the reason why my posts are not regular. Maybe not. Who knows? I sure don't. Well, forget it! "Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends!" and remember: an opaque destination awaits us...

Some notes:
- Now I use Photoshop 9 CS2 ( I got the power! )
- I currently have a "serious" job as a Designer ( they even pay me!!!! Ha!)
- Check out our brand new blog Mucicaltopsy at http://www.musicaltopsy.blogspot.com featuring old and new album reviews covering metal, progressive rock, and including some of our favorites artists and bands as well as relevant notes on music in all its aspects.
-See some of these images in my first youtube video introducing my musical one man project Transfinite ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-gWpZH7t38) . Not a video clip. Just a visual background for the song "End/Credits". Hope I can release the whole album someday HAHA! I'm kidding. The songs are really close to be finished and I plan to release the songs this month ( I'm serious!!!). Wait and see, I mean, hear...

Message In A Bottle

2007-06-07T16:43:00.005-03:00

Message in a bottle

Yesterday I saw
All those ships on the horizon
Their wooden bodies
Like ancient living creatures
The sea in glorious waves
That sounded like drums
But now I see
The ships were only clouds
The sea was just the sky
And I was not awaken
But dreaming
Again

Fountain Of Jade

2007-06-07T15:44:00.005-03:00

I'd like to be made
Of earth
Instead of this flesh

Remade in the fire
Of my daily agitation
I am strong
But not enough
Alive
But not enough

It seems
The only things I have
In an adequate quantity
Are unsaid words
Not excusable mistakes
And sleepless nights

I'd like to be made from earth
And perhaps
I could bathe in the waters
From you fountain of jade

For G.

The Final Cut

2007-05-01T18:21:00.005-03:00

If we could only wake up without this question in our minds everyday : what will be made of my life? And if we only had a clue of the answer...But we haven't it.

Red and Black, Black and Red
Why these colours make me sad?
Black and Red and Red and Black
Blood and Shadows at my back

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Root Mean Square

2007-05-01T17:36:00.005-03:00

There are days I'd like to be in another place and time. Most of days I must say. There are days I feel tired. Tired in a strange way. It's a kind of awaken sleep, something like a state of waiting. In this state I can feel every second passing through me. I feel old and in a way I know there something I must have done (what ?) but I didn't ( why?) and the time is running out. We never know, actually, where to go. So why do we keep on going?

I don't know...Perhaps it's time for some "mental medication".

For a certain time this one was a piece full of colours, shinning blues and things like this. Someday I realised that colours was too much...coloured! This new version is darker and a little more...humm...serious. Whatever! Here it is and I like it more now.

Unanimated

2007-04-08T18:34:00.005-03:00

We run again.As the years grow old and the days leave.We run fast and then faster only to see our footprints being erased behind us. There is this race towards another tomorrow again and again and for what? We spin down into storms of days of fever and sleepless nights.Seconds like insects devouring our seasons of youth. Our seasons of youth.

Run, rabbit run...

I will stand still. Unanimated.

I will be absorbed.

No more running for me.

Sub-Effect

2007-04-08T12:33:00.005-03:00

"...
...The last wave of sanity
Rolls over my frequency
Skyline under water field
The depths above the high seas

A twilight house keeper
Dim-on dim-off now
A concrete cyclops
Blinking down his dull eye
Does this code signal
Something somewhere somehow?
Why me? It goes on and on and on

Please no
Too late for S.O.S.
Mute island, fish-eye view
Circling the border line
No resource, no rescue
I'm stranded, I'm otherwise
The error is perfect
Like this sub-effect
Of my mind...my mind."

VOIVOD/Sub-Effect/Nothingface(1989)

Ground Transmission

2007-03-25T15:12:00.005-03:00

Staring at the zenith below...
Sirius crosses my range of vision.

Transmission: This is...I am...EMERGENCY .

Status: not recognized.

In the original picture you could see an antenna in the background. I only saw it when I began working on the enlarged image. As you can ( or can't ) see I removed it. But the idea for the title came from that incongruous element.

Third Floor

2007-03-23T22:28:00.005-03:00

So we are in this travel...Taken from place to place, from a time to another. Some days seem to disappear from our minds. They are like the sensation of cold when you walk outdoor under a fucking burning sunny day. You just can't remember how it was. In the other hand we have these haunting memories of happy and pleasant moments. Like ghosts they rise and then vanish away again. The strange thing is the fact that we are incapable to know or see what kind of day today ( or yesterday or tomorrow ) will be to us in the future. A memory to keep or a thing to forget? Well, one thing I know : somethings just ask to be forgotten, but that are the ones we can't ignore...

So we keep on travelling...How far can we go? For greater that is your house, your hometown, your country, your world, there's always the "out there".
We could go up and down and still it seems like we are forever "walking through the third floor"...And we never leave it.

This picture is a proof of how unexpected can be the final result of a work if you are open to some experimentation. The original picture was taken by Grasiele. A few adjustments of colors and then an inversion in the background tones and there it is ! Weird, isn´t it ?

2007-03-17T15:14:00.005-03:00

Some notes:

1) All the original pictures used in my works came from a digital camera SONY DSC - S90.

2) I use Photoshop 5 ( yeah, yeah, I know... )

3) The originals are larger than what you'll see when you click on the image. I choose the size 800x600 only to make the visualization faster.

I would like to suggest you a visit to http://www.abandoned-places.com/ . It's one of my favorite web places. Simple ideas are the best...

Rats On The Ship

2007-03-17T11:00:00.005-03:00

I have a theory that there's a connection through everything that esthetically has a real meaning to you. I mean although your favorite music, books, movies, seem to have nothing in common there's a line connecting these things. It's something like a personal puzzle with a hidden but coherent meaning. Here, obviously, I'm talking to those with a real sense for things like these .
Maybe, in my case, I can say this narrow line it's drawn by melancholy. This feeling permeates my existence so it's reflected in my esthetical preferences and it could not be different. Melancholy can appear in many forms and at any moment and it really can be a good companion.
Anyway, maybe I'm just trying to explain how someone can be a fan of Genesis and Dismember ...

"Rats On The Ship" is one of the favorites of my favorite friend.

In The Beginning

2007-03-08T01:04:00.005-03:00

Sometimes I think everyone should find a way to escape from reality and somehow try to express for a moment another vision, a personal vision of the things. My reality is not your reality. So, why should we see things the same way ? When you keep individuality and personality it means you keep strength...Maybe a distorted vision is only a personal vision and a way to keep some sanity through this madness...To express this other side is to escape from the real existence. "There is no stronger drug than reality"

As the name indicates this is another work of a dedicated beginner. I like the fight of the colours. They simply don´t want to fit...

Pro/Portion/All

2007-03-04T22:14:00.006-03:00

Well, here is one of my initial works.At the time I was not sure what colors and effects to use.When the work was done I was really surprised.Not bad for an inexperient Photoshop user. In the end I can say I was " learning to fly" ...

What the hell is it all about?

2007-03-03T01:09:00.005-03:00

First of all I must say I recently started thinking about a place where I could expose some of my photoshop images and digital pictures and the idea of a blog seems to be a good start. Maybe in the future I have the time and patience to elaborate a complete web site or something like this. Well, as I said here will be posted some of my ( art)works as well as pictures, drawings and who knows what more...some music? It´s definitely possible. The future will tell. I would like to remember that all visual material published here is original.If someone is interested in use some image make contact via e-mail and we can talk about it. So that´s it! Welcome! I hope you enjoy it... and don´t forget to post your comments.

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