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A Beirach etude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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…..em tom de fuga

 

 

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Ink on paper, Guida Almeida – 03 / 2016

 

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 Two Sunflowers –  oil on canvas, Van Gogh 1887 

 

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 mixed media on paper, 33,5cm x 42cm, G. Almeida, 03 / 2016

 

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 Bloeiende pruimenboomgaard  (naar Hiroshige) – oil on canvas, Van Gogh 1887

 

1890-Vincent-Van-Gogh-Amandier-en-fleurs-Huile-sur-Toile-73x92-cm-Amsterdam-Rijksmuseum-Vincent-Van-GoghAlmond Tree Blossoms – Vincent Van Gogh,  oil on canvas,1890

 

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photo – G. Almeida
sans titre_parJeanPaulRiopelle1955

 

 (Ink & Watercolour on paper,
Jean Paul Riopelle 1955)

 

 

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Hapi’s sibling – iseetheriverbeforeme – Flowing in Prayer form : originally posted elsewhere April 2013, by G. Almeida ,
is a ”fugued ” poem  
 for better reading -please click on the image to zoom in

 

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 photo – G.Almeida

 

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(detail of photo taken by James Steakley, of)  Peacocks and Peonies I and II  – stained glass, John LaFarge  1882

 

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 Water Lilies – oil on canvas, Monet 1903

 

 1225px-Vincent_van_Gogh_-_Banks_of_the_Seine_with_the_Pont_de_Clichy_in_the_Spring_(1887)River Bank in Springtime / Banks of the Seine with the Pont de Clichy in the Spring –  oil on canvas, Van Gogh 1887 

 

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ink on paper, 42cm x 33,5cm, G.Almeida, 03 / 2016

 

 Vincent_van_Gogh_-_Sunflowers_(Metropolitan_Museum_of_Art)Two Cut Sunflowers – Van Gogh, oil on canvas, 1887

 

mixedMediaOnPaper_GuidaAlmeida_03_2016mixed media on paper, 33,5cm x 42cm, G. Almeida, 03 / 2016

 

   Bach is a four letter word, as is the word in Portuguese for fugue. As it happens, in Portuguese – fugue, has another meaning. It means ”a leak”, an escape”  or ”to run”, as well.
So, I’ll just leave this post here and make a «fuga», go ouside and smell some flowers while I can.
I hope you have a lovely Spring.

Naturally, the beginning of Spring not only makes one think of flowers (and a ”reawakening” of the planet (that in truth doesn’t sleep, though it may seem to…) as it enters the season), the equinox landing on what during Bach’s time was his birthday brings to mind a poem first written in the end of March of 2013 (I call it  a ”fugued poem” because it reads also from the bottom line up, through every other line, from the centre out, from ”out” to ”centre”, or exchanging the three groups of four lines between themselves).
The days at the end of the month bring to mind what we now call Bach’s birthday, and also other birthdays (one very dear to my heart, and also Van Vogh’s).

How could I make a Spring post and not place Bill Evan’s – ”You Must Believe in Spring”?

 

I can’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And as I think of the planet’s apparent  ”reawakening”, as I mention above, and the authors that come to mind (those in this post, and another, who would have also celebrated a birthday at the end of the month..) how could I not include a sample of a new recording called – Gaia ?

I can’t.

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing all a wonderful Spring
♥ Take care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Olha para mim e me ama. Não: tu olhas para ti e te amas. É o que está certo. (Clarice Lispector)

© Guida Almeida

E depois saberei como pintar e escrever, depois da estranha mas íntima resposta. Ouve-me, ouve o silêncio. O que te falo nunca é o que eu te falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa coisa que me escapa e no entanto vivo dela e estou à tona de brilhante escuridão. (…)
Entro lentamente em dádiva a mim mesma, esplendor dilacerado pelo cantar último que parece ser o primeiro.
(… ..)
Nova era, esta minha, e ela me anuncia para já. Tenho coragem? Por enquanto estou tendo:porque venho do sofrido longe, venho do inferno do amor mas agora estou livre de ti. Venho do longe – de uma pesada ancestralidade. Eu que venho da dor de viver.  E não a quero mais.  Quero a vibração do alegre
(… ..)
Será que passei sem sentir para o outro lado? O outro lado é uma vida lantejantemente infernal.  Mas há transfiguração do meu terror: então entrego-me a uma pesada vida toda em símbolos pesados como frutas maduras. (…) Uma parte mínima de lembrança de bom senso de meu passado me mantém roçando ainda o lado de cá.  Ajude-me porque alguma coisa se aproxima e ri de mim. Depressa, salva-me.
Mas… (…)
Mas o quê? a resposta é apenas: sou o quê.  Embora às vezes grite: não quero mais ser eu!!  mas eu me grudo a mim e inextrincavelmente forma-se uma tessitura de vida.

Quem me acompanha que me acompanhe: a caminhada é longa, é sofrida mas é vivida.

(… ..)

O que te escrevo continua e estou enfeitiçada.

Clarice Lispector  –  texto retirado do livro : «Água Viva» 

© Guida Almeida

Gaia   – um trabalho também conhecido através dos nomes
“Gê” ou “Banhista”
110cm x 83cm, tintas acrílicas s/tela, 
© Guida Almeida 2005,
fotografia de Sandra Ramos,
propriedade da Câmara Municipal de Lisboa


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George Mraz: bass / Steve Kuhn: piano / Billy Drummond: drums

 

 

 

 

 

Richie Beirach: piano / Frank Tusa: bass / Jeff Williams: drums

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday

Perhaps. (?)

 

People may or may not care.
(whether friend or lover)
They may say the very same thing to All or to Some regardless of true substance or not.
The only true meaning of Word and Sentiment lies somewhere between Transmission and Reception.

No matter how inane, insignificant or wonderful we are said to be what does one truely know?

I do not believe I can read the Id whether mine or another’s
Perhaps it is an unwillingness to do so. (?)
(and/or)
Perhaps it is but a reason for innocence. (?)

Do we care (are we cared for)?

Does it really matter whether such is “True”?
(even when conviction says it does)

– Doubt is always a close friend even to those who by nature care,
and even if  they may seem to need less nourishment to the ego.
(be one’s wits weak as they may be..)

..also,
no matter how one diminishes one’s capacity to comprehend
one can never truly hide from one’s own “eye”.

Therefore, when attempting to believe what one is told
(no matter the “language”)
– if one is to believe, one must bear in mind the willingness to be mistaken, to lose.. or confound onself.
(or)
If true existence comes from perceiving and being perceived by an Other
– one must not only Be (and reveal oneself), one must be equipped to accept what is seen the Other.

……… thank Goodness for “Oblivion” and “Time”
These two not only can be soothing, they can help perception whether we are willing or capable (or as is usual my case unwilling/incapable) of “sight”.

ah!!!!!! but what do I know?!!

Have a nice week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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