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Minimalist inspiration – Grace

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When the artist is the inspiration we can reveal the art, we choose to hide her person yet.
The artist sees and sometimes finds in the small things of life, an inspiration.
Grace was in the center of the parking lot, with light hair, a pale face with cheekbones in a very subtle pink, a young woman of unusual beauty.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re going to laugh at me,” said an unknown person. “Could you pose for me?”

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The magical place

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Some friends took us to a magical place, we got in the car, the windows all open and the wind coming and going at 100 km / h. It was a 28 degrees and the sky tinged with a clear blue and cloudless, this could be a perfect description of a spring day, however, it’s the end of October and autumn has arrived but it looks like the good weather has returned, one last time.

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Peak District UK

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“I keep the sound of the mountains whispering in my ear,” Andrew says.

I am influenced by the vision of the world, especially by nature, I wonder if one day these paths of beaten earth no longer existed, if the leaves stopped falling, if trees will no longer be my shelter, of the sun, if this landscape will only be a memory…
Andrew was rigid, uncomfortable, and expressed a desire never to leave that place.
For him, the landscape mirrored life, feelings, purity, freedom and a peace he could never feel in the city.
The clock stopped but the sound of the clock hands held, the time at the top of the mountain did not exist, one day corresponded to a second of Andrew’s watch hand.
That rock and the landscape was undoubtedly his refuge, he could spend hours in it, he felt a sense of freedom and renewal, the cool breeze seemed to dispel all his darkest feelings. He felt, however, that this moment would remain in his memory. However, nothing is forever, it is time to leave, but Andrew promised himself that he would return, just that stone, at the same time of year, for he would know that there would be hope that that place would not be a memory, but reality.

– Guardo em mim o que as montanhas me segredaram ao ouvido – diz Andrew.
Sou influenciado pela visão do mundo, principalmente pela natureza, interrogo-me se um dia estes caminhos de terra batida não existiram mais, se as folhas deixaram de cair, se árvores não serão mais o meu abrigo, do sol, se esta paisagem será apenas uma memoria…
Andrew mantinha uma postura rígida, desconfortável e expressava o desejo de nunca abandonar aquele sitio.
Para ele a paisagem espelhava vida, sentimentos, pureza, liberdade e uma paz que nunca conseguiria sentir na cidade.
O relógio parava mas o som dos ponteiros mantinham-se, o tempo no topo da montanha não existia, um dia correspondia a um segundo do ponteiro do relógio de Andrew.
Aquela pedra e a paisagem, era sem duvida o seu refugio, poderia passar horas afim, transmitia-lhe uma sensação de liberdade e renovação, a brisa fresca parecia afastar todos os seus sentimentos mais sombrios. Sentia, contudo, que aquele momento ficaria na memória. No entanto, nada é para sempre, chegou a hora de partir, mas Andrew prometeu a si próprio que voltaria, exatamente aquela pedra, na mesma altura do ano, pois saberia que haveria esperança daquele lugar não vir a ser uma memória, mas sim uma realidade.

CREDITS: IMAGE AND TEXT THESCHEME617
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The island of flowers

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I found in my dreams, the island of flowers. An island not yet discovered by pirates, however, given the geographical location of the island, it was immune to humans.
Nature is of origin, I would say joking, so I would be the one to step on this island and would keep for me the greatest secret of the universe.
I realize that one day, this beauty could disappear from my memory, so I will immortalize it through photography.
In the foreground, the flowers, the color pink, and as background, I, once, discovered the island of flowers.
I close my eyes and feel something I have never felt before, I think I lack the words to describe this sensation …
The imagination serves as a mediator between the girl and the island of flowers, a place that is not on the map, but in the universe of Sandrine, who will carry with her the best kept secret. For us, observers only this image will be a proof that the island of flowers exists, or at least for those who believe.

Encontrei nos meus sonhos, a ilha das flores. Uma ilha ainda não descoberta por piratas, contudo, dada a localização geográfica da ilha, a mesma ficou imune ao ser humano.
A natureza é de origem, diria eu em tom de brincadeira, assim sendo, eu seria a única a pisar esta ilha e iria guardar para mim o maior segredo do universo.
Apercebo-me que um dia esta beleza poderia desaparecer da minha memória, por isso irei imortaliza-la através da fotografia.
Em primeiro plano, as flores, à cor rosa, e como segundo plano, eu, uma vez que, descobri a ilha das flores.
Fecho os olhos, e sinto algo que nunca tinha sentido antes, julgo que me faltam as palavras para descrever esta sensação…
A imaginação serve de mediadora entre a rapariga e a ilha das flores, um lugar que não se encontra no mapa, mas sim no universo de Sandrine, que irá levar com ela o segredo mais bem guardado. Para nós, observadores apenas esta imagem será uma prova que a ilha das flores ,existe, ou pelo menos para quem acredita.

CREDITS: IMAGE AND TEXT THESCHEME617