Category: Fuzzy Red Boots

At the early hours of a sunny afternoon at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, I was finally standing in front of Gustav’s Klimt "The Kiss". A painting that I have seen hundreds of times on internet, finally in the flesh! I took my time with it. Realizing its actual enormous size, coming closer to feel the brushes, enjoying the original colours without any digital alteration. Immersed in all of that green… Regenerated by such gracious encounter, I was taking all in; how the painting was connecting me with the Eternal One, how I was feeling being kissed by the Eternal One, and by Life itself, and how freely I was feeling being alive and inspired for being me again. Grateful to the artistry of life and human work, allowing me…

I have been a skeptical and a severe commentator for all the national pride celebrations, where either at school or later as a community spectator I have always felt the pressure to “agree” with all the displays of heroism, national heritance and social conformity. I have seen only one country so far from those that I have visited, where during their national celebration the people do not display their army and weapons but classes of children parading by waving their national flag and wearing their traditional costumes. The rest of us what is it that we do during our celebrations but reminding to the world the majestic force of violence, imposed by artillery, young people ready to be sacrificed like sheep to the slaughter, and the illusive perception that our…

The first time that I saw the River Ganges I was mesmerized, just there. It was love at first site. A river was speaking to me with such intenisity and courage, that I made silence and I listened, deeply, unapologetically leaving behind me all other matters. I spent days and days, gazing at the living creature that traverses the history of a sub-coninent and has weaved myths of the past with its stream in the present. Never before have I evere seen such raw power flowing through; I have seen seas and mountains and storms and thunders but the Ganges was mystical in its own sense. I was lucky to see it close to its source since I was already deep north in the continent but I feel that it…