Tuesday, 5 November 2013

True Blood


«During a party, Luis Buñuel, seduced by Leonora Carrington’s beauty and emboldened by the notion that she had transcended all bourgeois morality, proposed (with his characteristic bluntness) that she become his mistress. Without even waiting for her answer, he gave her the key to the secret studio that he used as a love nest and told her to meet him at three o’clock the next afternoon. Early the next morning, Leonora went to visit the place alone. She found it tasteless: It looked exactly like a motel room. Taking advantage of the fact that she was in her menstrual period, she covered her hands with blood and used them to make bloody handprints all over the walls in order to provide a bit of decoration for that anonymous, impersonal room. Buñuel never spoke to her again.»
— Alejandro Jodorowsky, The Spiritual Journey of Alejandro Jodorowsky: The Creator of El Topo

Monday, 4 November 2013

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«We make each other alive; it doesn’t make a difference if it hurts.»
— Ingmar Bergman, em carta a Liv Ullmann

Vivo na tentativa, sabendo que não é suficiente


The Kiss, Gustave Klimt

Partes de mim que exibem "força de vontade"


The Kiss, Egon Schiele, 1915

Este erro que grita: "comete-me!"


Love is a Tango, Catrin Welz-Stein

Vibrar d'emoção: um estado d'alma que não dispensa ajuda


Two nudes and a cat, Pablo Picasso, 1903

Nem tudo na vida é sexo, também temos a morte


Desire (Nude II), Harutyun Gulamir Khachatryan

O frenesim da carne elementar


The Men, Pierre Bonnard, 1922

Sunday, 3 November 2013