Mistiest thoughts

The breath of the land

One morning in the 70s. 
My dad is driving. Umbria country side.I am looking out of the car window, wiping off the condensation,and then...
I noticed the land breathing.
Yes, I think about it like a never taken black and white picture.
The fog, the smoking dark ploughed land, a cherry tree with no leaves left, the swivel road. 
And a couple of people, one on a tractor, just silhouettes on the greyish white background. 
We were going back to Rome early in the morning, after a weekend in our country house. 
I just wanted to capture that moment forever in my mind.
Another memory about fog... 
walking around Venice and looking at the "calli". 
Foto di Pino Usicco

It was december,the day after Christmas, and the fog was all over the place.
I was a little scared and fascinated at the same time.
At the time I did not own a camera.
I was playing around sometime with my dad's Icarex, a reflex with the best Zeiss lenses.
Now I live in a place where I can often see foggy moments.
Like a river down in the valley the fog moves slowly at sunrise,and comes back at night all the way up to our windows.
Sometime I go out and walk, to get rid of boundaries, without beeing afraid to walk where I can't see clearly.
Just breath and use your senses to find your balance and look from a different perspective what's surrounding you, especially when you think your vision is limited.
Take your camera with you.You will see a lot of magical things.

The poem
San Martino, another memory from school time. 

A song

Walking outside during a foggy morning....
....you could feel like a ....Wanderer above the Sea of Fog
"Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer",Caspar David Friedrich,1818

You could stand like a strong oak tree in front of the fog...

Oak Tree, Sunset City, California, 1932. Ansel Adams

You could paint an impression...

Branch of the Seine near Giverny (Mist), from the series "Mornings on the Seine", 1897,Monet

and when you get back home you could...
                                       ....visit Etsy because..

you could take a class...
She is often able to enjoy the ocean fog in front of her house and she definetely knows how to see over the fog, she also manages the Art of living chearfully...she is just Madelyn

Find her at www.persistingstars.com and 

...you need to see with your mind, with your heart, with your soul..

and also with your...
    ...mystic eyes

As it says,
"This stunning azure evokes the delicacy of a foggy mist, the softness of rain, and the sensuality of warm winds." by Orglamix
...and try to catch the fog and bring it around with you..see what happens...beauty!
A necklace by Tubbytubby

..or why don't you write a letter.... 
When you gave up to find a real letter or postcard in your mailbox during the foggy days..why don't you start yourself and send a precious letter to your friends. A little poem, a funny phrase. Maybe they will return the lovely gift ,maybe not, for sure you will feel good. Write it in a bright orange ink, make it stands out of the fog!

Hello Seaside (Stationery Set) by Dombot


And at last some of my foggy morning moments....

Out of my studio window

Calcata 2010



"I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die."
from the poem "The Cloud" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
How many times did you find yourself looking at the clouds and ending thinking about something deep and far away from your present moment?
Under your porch,lying in a hammock, even better lying on the grass lawn or in the middle of a wheat field.
How many times did you look at the clouds trying to recognize a shape?
Today it's not a day for swimming, it's a good day for surfers, and the clouds are running fast. So I decided after my walk to make windchimes to capture all those nice eye glimpses.

Here is what I came up with:

My eco friendly dreaming CLOUDS Windchimes

After I finished I wanted to go lying on the hammock under the big fig tree to read a good book.
I wish I had "Mindful living" or, just forsake of a cloudy title the italian "Quando bevi tè, stai bevendo nuvole" , both from Thich Nhat Hanh.

Ever heard of Masaru Emoto?
It's said that he is able to erase a cloud from the sky moving his hand. More interesting is how a water crystallizes in a different way depending on the immediate surrounding...ohohoh,isn't our body made by 70% water content? We should take care of that immediatly.

And there is "Le nuvole" from Fabrizio De Andrè, in italian..and I found the english translation..

So here I go with the images that comes to me thinking of clouds. 

First of all I think of Massimiliano Fuksas and how he closed a cloud inside a building...amazing,can't wait to see it from real in Rome!
M.Fuksas sketches
"The idea came to me in a very special moment. I was at the seaside; a group of clouds were being blown quickly across the sky by a strong wind. As I looked to the clouds I remembered a dream I had had, which involved constructing a building that had no crystallized form at all." M.Fuksas

About design now...
The Bouroullec Clouds for Kvadrat
 Cloud lamp, BELUX, designed by Frank O. Gehry

Bits of art:
One of my all time favorite art installation, the Silver Cloud by Andy Wharol.
Dreaming to make my big glassy cloud one day, at the present time 
I enjoy looking at something made when I was born

1966, Leo Castelli art gallery

Antonio Joli

The False Mirror René Magritte, 1928

Some Etsy interesting clouds:

 I just adore Carambatack!

Come fly with me -print
A little stormcloud 
by The whippoorwill
Brilliant Stormcloud - Natures Beauty

Summer rain earrings

And a sweet dreams pillow 
by Robin and Mould's
Hand Screen Printed Dream Big Cushion in Teal
And a photo that gives a nice explanation
by Madelyn Mulvaney aka Couragemylove
where everything is waiting

 And...my photos

Le nuvole - Fabrizio De Andrè

ogni tanto si fermano
e quando si fermano
sono nere come il corvo
sembra che ti guardano con malocchio
Certe volte sono bianche
e corrono
e prendono la forma dell’airone
o della pecora
o di qualche altra bestia
ma questo lo vedono meglio i bambini
che giocano a corrergli dietro per tanti metri
Certe volte ti avvisano con rumore
prima di arrivare
e la terra si trema
e gli animali si stanno zitti
e magari si fermano tanti giorni
che non vedi più il sole e le stelle
e ti sembra di non conoscere più
il posto dove stai
per una vera
mille sono finte
e si mettono li tra noi e il cielo
per lasciarci soltanto una voglia di pioggia.
© Fabrizio De Andrè.
a song by Fabrizio De Andrè

Translated from Italian by Enrico Pelos
They go
they come
sometimes they stop
and when they stop
they are as black as the raven
it seems they look at you with evil eye
Some time they are white
and run
and take the heron shape
or the sheep shape
or some other animal
but this is seen better by the children
who play running after them for so long
Some time they advise you with noise
before coming
and the ground trembles
and the animals become quiet
They go
they come
they come back
and they will even stop for so many days
that you do not see the sun and the stars anymore
and it looks like you do not know
the place where you stay
They go
they come
for a true cloud
thousands appear faking
and they remain between us and the sky
to leave us only a desire for rain
Translation © Enrico Pelos


Morning and naked feet

Waking up before anybody else gives me time to feel my naked feet on the ground and listen to nature sounds. It gives me time to connect to myself. This morning it's misty, it means it will be a nice sunny day later on. I wish any woman on this earth could have her morning moment to reconnect to mother earth and herself. It's so good to you.
We should never forget our inner connection and our duties as mother earth ourselves.
When the rest is silent, when every day life noises are not yet awake, we should say hi to the new day, feel our naked feet very well grounded, like roots, and our arms open to the sky and to the morning energy. We should gift our face of a big simple smile, and be grateful for being alive, simply grateful. Then the day can start. This simple gesture, these few minutes, could last as a all day long
We should go back there to our grounding and to that morning during the day when something or somebody is stressing us. We should walk fast away from any feeling of anger and reconnect to our roots.
It would be a good start, not a all yoga session or meditation, not a 15 minutes weight loss exercise. Just gift yourself with a simple moment of grounding, a morning smile and feelings of gratitude.Then later you will be able to find time for the rest.
Connect to the woods even if you are in the middle of a city, close your eyes, smile and feel the ground with your naked feet.
Anyway this morning before, during and after my simple happy moment I had Puccini in my head, "O mio babbino caro".Sometime I feel I have my personal life soundtrack..without plugging anything into my ears!


Like a reflection of light

Jelly Fish , 2000
Ilaria Sadun
Recycled glass

Come una medusa
che si muove lenta con le correnti
o come un riflesso di luce che ci è parso di vedere
lo immagino in aria sospeso nel buio
con una candela ad illuminarlo di lato
o con la luce della luna piena..
e la brezza notturna che la muove

Like a Jelly Fish
slowly moving with the flow
like a reflection of light
we thought to see in the dark
With a side candle ray
or with the full moon light
and the night breeze moving it

This is what I wrote about 3 years ago...year 2007.
Suddenly one evening with open window on the country skyline,reading a book,I remember when I was a toddler and I was dreaming about what to do once grown up. I I would just try and I could make it. If it would be just smooth.
A flash on a black and white TV , a reporter from who know where, tall , moustaches, he was saying interesting things. So I decided and told everybody I wanted to be a journalist in a funny italian (it sounded more like I wanted just to sell newspaper but I really wanted to travel and be a reporter).
Now everybody is able to do everything, everybody has the opportunity. Ten years ago (1997) I thought I was the only one to make art with recycled glass in Italy and maybe I was. Now we are a lot.
So for once now I do what everybody does, I do not go against the flow! I want to blog.
I will write what I think, my perspective on this world or just what I see around the corner, andmost of all what I think of ecology.
Se una sera di primavera a finestre aperte sulla campagna,leggendo un libro, mi ricordassi all'improvviso di quello che volevo fare da piccola.... e se ci provassi e magari tutto va liscio?... in fondo non ho niente da perdere. Il tempo per seguire i propri sogni non è mai perso.
Flash su immagini in bianco e nero alla televisione, un reporter parla, io avevo imparato a parlare da poco ed ho chiesto che cosa faceva quel tipo. Mi sembrava interessante quello che diceva. Mi hanno spiegato e da quel giorno per un po ho detto a tutti quelli che chiedevano "cosa vuoi fare da grande?": La giornalaia!
Si ora tutti fanno tutto. Io pensavo di essere l'unica a fare arte con il vetro riciclato in Italia.. dieci anni fa, e ora giustamente siamo in tanti. E così adesso ci provo io a fare quello che fanno tutti, per un attimo o di più non vado controcorrente.Vado con un blog. E scrivo quello che penso, il mio modo di vedere il mondo o giusto quello che vedo dietro casa mia, e soprattutto quello che penso di ecologia...

I guess it's time to do it for real!