There is a person whom I love trying to cross the pedestrian crossing of the Beatles. His path is written asphalt cities, looking for studies, arrangers, musicians. Mine is written on silk.
I always wonder what is beautiful as it looks, what about harmony and peace Where is the moment of beauty in that way? Only I see the end, when the songs sound. I think an artistic work very arduous, fraught with difficulties and edges, filled with harshness and discomfort. I do not understand what the meaning if not the moment when the music plays, when the bird breaks into song.
Bilbao presented a gold wrist writing a track with the belt of her silk dress. It was an image that had been announced by The Wayfarer , the pilgrim, another character who is part of a space journey. I wanted to express the possibility that the road itself is in the wrist, the wrist is (the trace) the way ... Does the wrist path for what?
Bilbao people approached the stand and looked very pretty. But perhaps others as they occur to me with the way my friend. They do not understand why one makes dolls. And why the dolls express things beyond being beautiful. I can explain why I make each of my wrists, if someone asks. There is a pleasure, an intention and beauty searched, in the process of making as in the to make them see. Others admire, try to replicate, imitate, or they take away the soul with every picture, forgetting that only make sense as "presence" and "experience" of the paper. I would rather not talk and it was everyone who found a way to understand, convirténdolas part of their own life experience.
If I chose to fold paper was not to have to express and feel in words but through folds and gestures that are objects. A great teacher of mine said that I practice Veronica Aesthetics of see-ikon , true icon, where things are, not an image from another image, but True Image, Imago Veritas, an image of truth. You are absolutely right. The meaning in Japanese aesthetics is an absolute literalness.
Obi Road, by the way of a silk obi.
© Origlam, Obi twisted paper.
I always wonder what is beautiful as it looks, what about harmony and peace Where is the moment of beauty in that way? Only I see the end, when the songs sound. I think an artistic work very arduous, fraught with difficulties and edges, filled with harshness and discomfort. I do not understand what the meaning if not the moment when the music plays, when the bird breaks into song.
Bilbao presented a gold wrist writing a track with the belt of her silk dress. It was an image that had been announced by The Wayfarer , the pilgrim, another character who is part of a space journey. I wanted to express the possibility that the road itself is in the wrist, the wrist is (the trace) the way ... Does the wrist path for what?
Bilbao people approached the stand and looked very pretty. But perhaps others as they occur to me with the way my friend. They do not understand why one makes dolls. And why the dolls express things beyond being beautiful. I can explain why I make each of my wrists, if someone asks. There is a pleasure, an intention and beauty searched, in the process of making as in the to make them see. Others admire, try to replicate, imitate, or they take away the soul with every picture, forgetting that only make sense as "presence" and "experience" of the paper. I would rather not talk and it was everyone who found a way to understand, convirténdolas part of their own life experience.
If I chose to fold paper was not to have to express and feel in words but through folds and gestures that are objects. A great teacher of mine said that I practice Veronica Aesthetics of see-ikon , true icon, where things are, not an image from another image, but True Image, Imago Veritas, an image of truth. You are absolutely right. The meaning in Japanese aesthetics is an absolute literalness.
Obi Road, by the way of a silk obi.
© Origlam, Obi twisted paper.
Origami, Art, Buddhism, Glam 
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