Summer 2014

12.

Cork city is always a gift.

Today it is drenched in the sun, it holds on to a summer even better than Galway! Everybody lies around fountains like lazy cats, and everybody laughs loud. Everybody wears 'Superman' t-shirts, chills in a cafe's and shares their lunches with pigeons in the park. Everybody listens vinyl music and talks art (for a change from the weather in Galway). Everybody drinks small (!) coffees, everybody smoke and nobody care. Everybody channel positive vibes and wishes each other nice weekend on Thursday...

My place, so my...

 

So let's infuse some yellow colour of Me into the city of rebels!

And let's infuse some pink into You...

 

The cat in me lies down beside the fountain too... Cork city, please please please, accept and like me!


This is the moment, when from the first second within a second, you understand that your life has  c h a n g e d...

This is the time, when nothing around exists. When all butterflies of Ireland have decided to spend the night in your belly and my clear sky- in your eyes... This is the moment, when you drink two litres of water in fifteen minutes interval and don't feel the taste of anything on your dinner plate, in your favourite restaurant... This is the moment, when you feel all positive emotions that only exist and at the same time- you have a space (where from?) to double, triple them... This is the moment, when you left speechless. 

Yes, it is like surfing, in a way. It is like being between Heaven and the Earth.

Love comes from Heaven to plant seeds on the Earth...

Cork doubles my dreams and triples my Love...

On a wave! Catch the second one! And one more...

 

Surf that sarcastic 'what is this?' of yours, sugar, surf... hehehe

Surf the surreal... Then surreal into real... and in between...

What it is in between? What it is in between Heaven and the Earth??

Us?


I come to the church to try to transfer my thoughts onto paper. But looks like even here it is not possible to do this...

The details are too bright. Too wide. It screams for affection... It demands to be pulled together to create a vortex, which going to suck you in and make you disappear... in the wheel of infinite possibilities... opportunities... your new life...

 

'Just follow the river flow and you will find it'- tells me an elderly man, when I ask for directions...

Cork is succinct by a river...

There is no escape...

Dream. Pray. And play.

 

I light a candle in St Fin Barre's Cathedral, for Love to stay...

 

'Heaven and Earth are full of Glory' . Briga Saulė, 2014

'Heaven and Earth are full of Glory'. Briga Saulė, 2014

So what you like about the churches, Sunshine?


Saturday morning I go to children's under five Art Exhibition 'This is Me', to infuse myself with the lightest purity of all. For a start of a new day, for a start of fresh and pure...

Simplicity and freedom of expression are stunning. Amusement always guaranteed! So much of bright colours and 'hanging in the air', feelings. I meet the facilitator of the workshops, where this beauty was created. We share a joy of working with children, we admire an art that they make; we feel privileged to have an opportunity to stimulate their imagination and to give them sense of how 'impossible becomes possible'... She asks my opinion about exhibition's layout. She asks me! Is she doing well. My God... I hug her. And she knows all needs to be said...

 

'Buttefly' . Jakub, age 4

'Buttefly'. Jakub, age 4

'A vortex, it's burpy.   The games will never begin' . Matthew, age 4

'A vortex, it's burpy. The games will never begin'. Matthew, age 4

'It's me, I was making the feet first, then the hair and the hair bobble. I painted my eyes, it was crying- the paint ran' . Anna, age 4

'It's me, I was making the feet first, then the hair and the hair bobble. I painted my eyes, it was crying- the paint ran'. Anna, age 4


I lunch in a park with salmon spinach tart from an English market and a small coffee (!) after. I give a piece of the tart to the pigeons, and two euro to a stranger... I wash cherries in a fountain and share them with a child... I pause this moment to send air kisses to the sky... Since when I learned to live like this? Everything is so yellow and white...

 


When expectations steps into your time again, you have to ask yourself a question-

'In the moment of infinite possibilities why you are choosing to have only one?'

And off you go dancing! Because you are here to have a good time, my dearest, not to think or be sad!


What a feeling to touch somebody's portfolio...

 

Briga Saulė, 2014

Briga Saulė, 2014


Next I attend an installation performance 'The Aesthetic Rhythm' in Crawford Art Gallery. Introduction is presented by an author herself. 'Aesthetics word comes from Greek, with a meaning of pertaining the mind and emotions in relation to the sense of beauty'- she shares her Master Degree in Fine Art knowledge, and an idea of this performance- which is focused on a move in light contemporary dance- 'when the breath changes, your perception changes also'...

 

And never forget the magic triangle which was offered by Lords of Strut in their 'Chaos', hehehe, to reach your full potential, hehehe

 

Happy Do Life    Do Life Happy    Life Happy Do , ha!

Happy Do Life

Do Life Happy

Life Happy Do, ha!

I get dizzy from the feeling how youthful and powerful we really are...


When I am overwhelmed, I cannot write.

I wish I could tell you how Cork's vibes feels like, when hanging on the window of a Georgian house... I wish I could describe how the biggest ever rose, colour deep violet, smells... I wish I could tell you how we got locked in a park, and how we first kissed... How we felt each other's hand and how we lost our sanity for wee moment, after the first star splendid in the sky... I wish I could write about the surprise in His eyes, after I tell 'Love Forever Changes' story I cherished since last Christmas...  I will never praise enough our amazing ability to read the subtitles...

I wish I could take you with me on a journey through Vetiver smell on a holy day of Sunday mass in Latin... Or sit with you with feet dipped in a fountain, when the Sun reaches its highest... and buy you a cherry ice cream afterwards... I wish I could tell you some yellow dreams of mine... I wish I would be able to verbalise how the possibility of an 'intimate trust' manifested in my mind, or how it feels to be touched places you like...

But I cannot do that.

Because I am not as advanced just yet- nor as a writer, nor as a human being, who cannot believe her luck... I only can introduce the idea of perfection right now...

Because it is just too much of the goodness to bear, which is a task. Pretty unfamiliar, but not that heavy, really good... I want to understand it a little more, to feel how it tastes, to think what it reminds me of...

And because I want to save those stories for a book that I will write some day, of course :)

 

So for today I only go as far. Because it is a lot as it is this moment of 'enough', this moment of content deluxe. Even that I know- it is only the very very little first steps of what Love offers...

Universe, thank you my World! Captivating, fascinating, majestic, sacred... Yes, I am in a church again... And the Benediction they bring as they come, adds its touch to my mind blown...


With a dozen of single magpies I drive into sunset... hmmm... Back home.

 

by Brigita Stasun