Texts

Poetry often gets in through the window of unimportance.
M. C. Richards

The real mystery of life is the visible.
Oscar Wilde

Photography is immediate action; drawing is meditation.
Henri Cartier-Bresson

There is totality in any fragment of nature. Matter and light which makes it visible have endless resonances; everything is equally noble.
Antonio López García

Art, to me, is seeing. I think you have got to use your eyes as well as your emotion,
and one without the other just doesn't work. That's my art.
Andrew Wyeth

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust

I have said astound where others say just habit.
Jorge Luis Borges

I've discovered that I've never seen what I haven't drawn, and that when I start drawing a usual thing, I understand how extraordinary it is, a pure miracle.
Frederic Franck

To shake off the routine of ordinary perception, to be able to watch during some endless hours outer and inner world, not as perceived by an animal obsessed by words and concepts, but as directly and unconditionally
aprehended by the Free Mind...; that is an experience of incalculable value for any human being.
Aldous Huxley

Eternal is something that lives during a fraction of a second, but with such intensity that it becomes petrified, and no power can rescue it.
Carlos Drummond de Andrade

When my children were younger, I used to take them to the balcony (from where you can see the Cristo Redentor) and asked them to look at the hill. Then I asked them: How many hues of green can you see? They quickly answered “three” or sometimes thought for a little while and finally shouted “four!”. Then I told them: “When you get to see 350 green hues, then you'll be happy”.
Egberto Gismonti

Seeing is something running out of rules, and it consists in being continuously surprised.
John Berger

For the one who watches without seeing, land is just land.
Atahualpa Yupanqui (Argentinian folk musician and poet)

I try that my music resembles someone making bread, or a mother combing her child. Something universal, nutritious for others. Something as beautiful as a flower. It makes sense if you get close to it. And if you go away, it keeps there and it doesn´t suffer because you don´t get closer. It has been, and it is, from the beginning of times, a flower; and it´s there whithout any chart telling "a flower!". I don´t know if I'll get it, but I want my music to be like a flower. That it makes sense for the ones who get close to it. Because it makes sense to me, above all. It gives me colour and it nourishes me. That is why I make music.
Chango Spasiuk (Argentinian folk musician)