Monday, September 14, 2009
Somewhere beyond the sea…
It was around 3:30 when I got to the Santa Monica Pier. The end of the summer was closing in but still a summer evening it was, warm and full of people walking toward the pier. I followed along and soon I was inside a sunglass shop where I got me some nice white shades very suitable for a summer evening like this one. With the sunset at hand I took a picture at a photo booth by the Ferris wheel and when the sun touch the sea I was looking beyond it, wandering about the day when I’ll have my boat and like Tony Cornero go sailing free and around this pacific coast. I had a very pleasant evening at Santa Monica, soon I’ll be back but this time I’ll bring a bike.
A lesson to be learned
Both, the movie “Defending Your Life” and the book “Five People You Meet In Heaven”, have a very similar idea of heaven.
Presenting heaven as a place that has a function to the departed, the movie and the book’s idea of heaven show a transitional place, a place you have go to understand the weight of what you’ve done in life. While in the movie it was more of a judgment than a lesson, Daniel Miller learned not to fear life, and by learning something out of his judgment, Judgment City became also a place that had something to teach as well as Eddie’s journey had.
Presenting heaven as a place that has a function to the departed, the movie and the book’s idea of heaven show a transitional place, a place you have go to understand the weight of what you’ve done in life. While in the movie it was more of a judgment than a lesson, Daniel Miller learned not to fear life, and by learning something out of his judgment, Judgment City became also a place that had something to teach as well as Eddie’s journey had.
5635 miles from Hamburg to Los Angeles. An Interview with Marianne.
Love has no boundaries. Marianne was born in Austria and there she was raised, later she went to Germany. Marianne is an artist, she loves to paint and draw, but somehow she wasn’t satisfied with just that; she has a dream, a dream to study art!
I’ve never seen her drawings or paintings but it isn’t hard to see the excitement and delight in her words when she talks about it, it isn’t hard to understand why she traveled 5635 miles from Hamburg to Los Angeles. Passion for art and passion for life, things that are the very same thing, every artist knows that.
She is living here with her partner Bruce, he is American and they met in crazy circumstances. Marianne use to work in a insurance company, a client called asking a claim form and since that call Marianne and Bruce, the client, have been in touch.
I’ve never seen her drawings or paintings but it isn’t hard to see the excitement and delight in her words when she talks about it, it isn’t hard to understand why she traveled 5635 miles from Hamburg to Los Angeles. Passion for art and passion for life, things that are the very same thing, every artist knows that.
She is living here with her partner Bruce, he is American and they met in crazy circumstances. Marianne use to work in a insurance company, a client called asking a claim form and since that call Marianne and Bruce, the client, have been in touch.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Ice Cream Truck
I always remember and sometimes even quote this thing my father use to say about death.
I think i could see some bitterness in his words, maybe some kind of regret about his decisions in life, i don't really know. I must say i share with him this idea, at least part of it.
I say "we become shit!" when we rotten in our graves and nature put us back in the energy cycle.
I say "we become shit!" when we are no longer able to change and participate in the world around us.
I say "I'll become shit!" when i get hit by the neighborhood's ice cream truck, but first let me have one of those ice creams! Meanwhile let me drink some coffee and smoke a cigarette, let me laugh with my friends, have fun with my kid on a Sunday morning. Let me kiss that beautiful girl. Let me share what i like and take what I can.
Than i can, finally, become a regretless pile of stinking shit.
"When you die you become shit!"
I think i could see some bitterness in his words, maybe some kind of regret about his decisions in life, i don't really know. I must say i share with him this idea, at least part of it.
I say "we become shit!" when we rotten in our graves and nature put us back in the energy cycle.
I say "we become shit!" when we are no longer able to change and participate in the world around us.
I say "I'll become shit!" when i get hit by the neighborhood's ice cream truck, but first let me have one of those ice creams! Meanwhile let me drink some coffee and smoke a cigarette, let me laugh with my friends, have fun with my kid on a Sunday morning. Let me kiss that beautiful girl. Let me share what i like and take what I can.
Than i can, finally, become a regretless pile of stinking shit.
Who am i? What am i going to eat tonight?
Hi there,
my name is Tarik Castilho and I am from Brazil.
It's really weird to be talking about yourself, isn't it? I feel weird about this but i gotta do it, so let's start.
I was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. It was a little hospital close to the docks, this area was known as Praça XV, in English it would be called Park XV. It was and still is a very dangerous place at night and the only place you could buy opium at anytime, that's what my grandfather told me anyway.
I’ve been working with illustration and design for several years now, mostly for advertising but my love for character creation, concept art, video games and storytelling led me to the entertainment industry and ultimately Los Angeles. Zombies, fantasy, sci-fi, horror and music are some of my favorite references and inspiration.
By the way i'm having greek food tonight!
my name is Tarik Castilho and I am from Brazil.
It's really weird to be talking about yourself, isn't it? I feel weird about this but i gotta do it, so let's start.
I was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. It was a little hospital close to the docks, this area was known as Praça XV, in English it would be called Park XV. It was and still is a very dangerous place at night and the only place you could buy opium at anytime, that's what my grandfather told me anyway.
I’ve been working with illustration and design for several years now, mostly for advertising but my love for character creation, concept art, video games and storytelling led me to the entertainment industry and ultimately Los Angeles. Zombies, fantasy, sci-fi, horror and music are some of my favorite references and inspiration.
By the way i'm having greek food tonight!
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