Moving The World Perpetually

Archive for August, 2012

If you’re going through a dark forest…

…keep going. There’s light ahead, I promise.

Love always and Namaste,

Volta

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Promise me we’ll never feel old.

Be kind to others.

But most importantly – yourself.

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Image inspired by the great desire to see Morocco and experience its colorful culture.

Love always and Namaste,

Volta

We built our starry night.

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We built our starry night

kiss by kiss,

embrace by embrace.

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This is my most humble homage to one of the greatest artists that ever walked the Earth –  Vincent Van Gogh.

I had the incredible opportunity to visit the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam during my last trip, and that experience has left me utterly inspired.

I have never been so deeply perturbed and affected by an artist before. Seeing  the fantastic collection of Van Gogh’s works made me feel his struggle and his pains. It is as if his paintings revealed his genius and madness in anxious brush strokes that so violently caressed the canvases: every painting with its own glory and its own struggle.

A very inspiring lesson that I’ve learned from his life was that Vincent painted only during the last ten years of his life. That short amount of time  left us with incredibly emotional and haunting artwork to admire and derive our inspirations from.

What would you leave behind if you were to count your last 10 years of life?

Love always and Namaste,

Volta

I found purpose in movement.

Move.

Move on.

Move along.

With the sea.

Like the water, always flowing.

Move and let go.

Trust your heart and move on.

Too many.

Too many words seep through my fingers. I cannot hold them back. I cannot.

I speak to the Texan winds.

I speak to the tall skyscrapers piercing those multi-colored skies.

I speak to the water that is moved, ever so subtly.

I speak…

to

you.

An ode to Amsterdam

a fresh breeze and your curly hair,
bikes all around commanding streets,
and parks and canals.

explosion of taste buds and crisp blue skies hung above us
adventures, and laughter followed our steps.
my feet grew tired,
but there’ was more left to conquer.