Monthly Archives: March 2016

“Good teachers know how to bring out the best in students” Charles Kural

I attended an experimental school and I was looked with suspicion by those attending traditional schools, both us students and professors were considered revolutionaries. I owe much to my teachers in high school, for the most part innovators of knowledge, they educated us to reason on things, to make connections, to break the mold. This creative vision of knowledge has come up against the monolith and conservative monster called University that rewards those who have more memory rather than the ones with a lively mind. That’s why I never finished it.

For the weekly contest we had to get inspiration from the painting Blue Soul by Chagall so I wrote a little homage to my life teachers that hasn’t had a great success given, especially, due to the presence of magnificent stories.

Here it is: first in English, then in Italian.

Blue Soul

“I drew a turtle with glasses: it resembled so much the art teacher that I could not hold back a laugh.
-Marina, do you find Chagall funny? -hammered a voice behind me- Come to illustrate “Blue Soul” to the class!
I did not remember anything, so I improvised.
-She’s Ada, him Mario. When they’re together they are seemingly floating in a unique space, wonderful and all theirs, above the clashes with parents, duties, or people’s chatters. Everything is at a standstill: only them have color, only them can move; time instead of being marked by the passage of the hands, it is marked by the beating of their hearts.
My teacher interrupted me, smiled.
-You, like Chagall, look at reality with eyes able to see another world where lovers fly and professors are olde tortoises: don’t ever miss this imaginative and visionary power.
He put the caricature in the register and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened.”

Anima Blu

“Disegnai una tartaruga con gli occhiali: somigliava così tanto al prof di arte che non riuscii a trattenere una risata.

-Marina, trovi divertente Chagall?-tuonò una voce alle mie spalle- Vieni ad illustrare Anima Blu alla classe!

Non ricordavo niente, per cui improvvisai.

-Lei è Ada, lui Mario. Quando sono insieme è come se fluttuassero in uno spazio unico, meraviglioso e tutto loro, al di sopra degli scontri con i genitori, dei doveri, delle chiacchiere della gente. Tutto è fermo: solo loro hanno colore, solo loro si possono muovere; il tempo anziché essere scandito dallo scorrere delle lancette, è marcato dai battiti dei loro cuori.

Il mio insegnante mi interruppe, sorrideva.

-Tu, come Chagall, guardi la realtà con gli occhi dell’anima riuscendo a vedere un altro mondo in cui gli innamorati volano e gli anziani professori sono delle testuggini: non perdere mai questa forza visionaria e immaginativa.

Mise la caricatura nel registro e continuò la lezione come se non fosse successo niente”

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Privacy is the ultimate luxury

When I’m sick I try not to write, that’s why so much silence (in addition to the sudden death of my beloved pc), nothing goes right, I could fill pages about how much I would like to be in London or around the world with JD, but I hate those who complain without acting, so I prefer staying quiet.

I use to let the steam off by writing fanfics, but I miss the inspiration. In short: a tragedy!

This morning I woke up with two thoughts: “I need someone to donate me Zayn Mind of Mine” and “Why are people stupid?”

Lately I’m intolerant of those who criticize without knowing, I’m against the logic of the group against a single person, I don’t like those who belioeve that their thinking is the best or those who give advice without having walked in your shoes. And I hate so much  those who think that just because one is an artist, they should not have privacy or d0n’t deserve respect. If only they knew what it is like … What unleashed my anger was discovering that some fans (?) violated the iCloud account of Harry Styles’ mom and leaked the photos she had on her phone. I find this a terrible lack of respect that I won’t ever get used to.

 

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