When Baroque meets Contemporary

Bach was my favourite composer to play on the piano, complicated pieces, and sounds translated onto the piano. The whole point was to make Bach sound effortless, simple. This young man does what I tried to do with my hands, he simplifies Bach through dance and gives it a secondary life through his own movement.

Simply beautiful. -tM

Walls of Liberty

Photographer Mathieu Pernot documents the art on the walls of an abandoned prison in France. Dreams, desires, and ambitions, remain hopeful and alive in all of these pieces. They exist as emblems of liberty; evocations of past, present, and even future.

I tend to agree with Picasso when he says that “the purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off of our souls.” -tM

The Scent of an Orange

 Photography: Roe Etheridge

Photography: Roe Etheridge

Oranges, clementines, mandarins, each one alerts me to the pleasures and brightness of life.

Today I sat on the subway, eyes closed, in meditation, listening to the train move its way closer to home, when I was awoken by the perfume of an orange. The woman peeling the fruit was at the other end of the subway cart. Its saccharine scent permeated through the air removing thoughts of anything else.

And that’s the beauty of oranges, you are nowhere but here in the presence of there fragrance. -tM

In Appreciation of my Roots

 Photography: Simon Watson | Sicily, Italy

Photography: Simon Watson | Sicily, Italy

I don’t remember much as I was only a child of 11 at the time, but there are certain details of that trip that became important to me; sewn into the fabric of my being. Like the fresco faded walls of my grandmothers house in Serbia, the wall details and decorations that despite poverty, made a home more then just a place to rest your head. The plates, the cutlery, and the food that sustained and gave life.

There was strength built into both of my grandmothers homes. I felt it, even as a young child. Perhaps that is why I chose to remember these very specific details, because against all odds, they were survivors of a life that was difficult, and they did the best they could, making the most of what they were given. -tM

Beginnings

 Photography: Unknown | Anais Nin

Photography: Unknown | Anais Nin

The following is an exquisite letter of advice Anais Nin sent to a seventeen-year-old aspiring author by the name of Leonard W., whom she had taken under her wing as creative mentor. Nin writes:

I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under the oppression of mad leaders, insane history, pathologic cruelties of daily life. I am by nature always beginning and believing and so I find your company more fruitful than that of, say, Edmund Wilson, who asserts his opinions, beliefs, and knowledge as the ultimate verity. Older people fall into rigid patterns. Curiosity, risk, exploration are forgotten by them. You have not yet discovered that you have a lot to give, and that the more you give the more riches you will find in yourself. It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love.

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You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing. Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications. Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. If it seems to you that I move in a world of certitudes, you, par contre, must benefit from the great privilege of youth, which is that you move in a world of mysteries. But both must be ruled by faith.

(-Thanks J.)