III: venha sol, é 6afeira

trabalho da fotografa Li Hui

 

música nova e bacana: “Delusional, do Human Woman”

“June 19, 1937

Dear Cedric,

A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that related to those who are loved and those who are real friends.

For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.

Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.

Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptance of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.

Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.

I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.

Ansel”

(carta de Ansel Adams para seu amigo Cedric Wright )

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Cartas

Eu tinha 14 anos quando descobri o Pen Friend, uma rede (embora não fosse essa a palavra usada) de troca de cartas, e a idéia de se corresponder com gente do mundo todo era encantadora.

Funcionava assim: você se cadastrava e recebia três endereços de diferentes partes do mundo para se corresponder. Eu tive um amigo de correspondência do Egito, tenho todas as cartas até hoje.

Gosto de cartas, de papel, da mensagem que é transmitida e eternizada e que não cai na pasta ‘Junk’ dentro do mail folder. Romantismo? Talvez. Mas lembro da excitação quando uma dessas cartas chegava.

Recentemente descobri o Letters of Notice, um site que traz reproduções de cartas variadas que merecem ser lidas. Encontrei essa da escritora Harper Lee, endereçada a um fã de “How to Kill a MockingBird/ O sol é para todos” que escreveu pedindo uma foto autografada e recebeu algo muito mais legal em troca:

 

 

 

 

No LON fica disponível a transcrição da carta para aqueles que tiverem dificuldade em entender a letra da moça.