É muito raro lembrar-me dos sonhos e este foi tão intenso que mesmo depois de acordar me sentia uma sortuda sobrevivente. Não sei onde me encontrava quando adivinhei a tragédia e desatei a correr como louca (lembrando a fuga incessante da personagem central do Apocalypto) até conseguir chegar ao que me parece ser a casa dos meus pais. Era apenas um 3º andar, mas foi o suficiente para ver uma onda gigante engolir tudo o que me rodeava, deixando-me a salvo, mas por pouco. Não se via ninguém, só água e espuma. A cada momento a onda ia e vinha, sempre crescendo, ameaçando subir de nível e levar-me com ela - até finalmente acordar.
Desconheço o significado deste sonho e não sei se acredito que signifique alguma coisa, mas ao reproduzi-lo na minha mente lembrei-me imediatamente da arte japonesa, nomeadamente da pintura e gravura. Não conheço a sua história, nem sei identificar nomes ou períodos artísticos, mas reconheço a sua beleza intemporal, a sua estética estilizada e suave que chega a lembrar Arte Nova, o minimalismo das pinceladas certeiras, as temáticas ligadas à natureza, à mulher, às actividades do dia-a-dia que definem uma cultura tão rica, delicada e fascinante como é a japonesa.
Deixo-vos com imagens que recolhi neste site, à excepção da primeira, que dedico ao meu trágico sonho, uma xilogravura da autoria de Katsushika Hokusai, retirada da Wikipédia. Deliciem-se.
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Today I dreamed I ran into a tsunami. Don't ask me how I survived.
It's very rare to remember my dreams and this one was so intense that even after waking up I felt a lucky survivor. I don't know where I was when I guessed the tragedy and burst running like crazy (recalling the incessant escape of the central character in Apocalypto) until I reached what seems to be my parents' house. It was only a 3rd floor, but it was enough to see a tidal wave swallowing everything around me, leaving me safe, but barely. There was no one around, only water and foam. Each time the wave came and went, always growing, threatening to level up and take me with it - until I finally wake up.
I don't know the meaning of this dream and don't know if I believe that it means something, but as I reproduced it in my mind I was immediately reminded of Japanese art, particularly painting and printmaking. I don't know about its history, I don't know names or identify artistic periods, but I acknowledge its timeless beauty, the stylized and gentle aesthetic which sometimes reminds of Art Nouveau, the minimalism of accurate strokes, the thematic related to nature, to women, to daily activities that define a culture as rich, delicate and fascinating as it is the Japanese one.
I leave you with images that I collected on this site, except for the first, which I dedicate to my tragic dream, a woodcut by Katsushika Hokusai, taken from Wikipedia. Enjoy.
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Hokusai (1760 - 1849): 1. Great Wave of Kanagawa 2. Near Umezawa Manor in Sagami Province 3. Red Fuji
Hiroshige (1797 - 1858) 4. The Great Sanjo Bridge in Kyoto 5. Landing Entry of the Shichiri Ferry at Kuwana
Hashiguchi Goyo (1880 - 1921) 6. Beauty Combing her Hair
Utamaro (1750-1806) 7. Combing the Hair 8. 9. Women's Handicrafts Series
Eisho (1790 - 1799) 10. Beauty and a Goldfish
Toyokuni III-Kunisada (1786 - 1864) 11. Suspicious Man
Bairei (1844 - 1895) 12. One Hundred Birds
20th century Artist (1921) 13. The Loyal Ronin
Today I dreamed I ran into a tsunami. Don't ask me how I survived.
It's very rare to remember my dreams and this one was so intense that even after waking up I felt a lucky survivor. I don't know where I was when I guessed the tragedy and burst running like crazy (recalling the incessant escape of the central character in Apocalypto) until I reached what seems to be my parents' house. It was only a 3rd floor, but it was enough to see a tidal wave swallowing everything around me, leaving me safe, but barely. There was no one around, only water and foam. Each time the wave came and went, always growing, threatening to level up and take me with it - until I finally wake up.
I don't know the meaning of this dream and don't know if I believe that it means something, but as I reproduced it in my mind I was immediately reminded of Japanese art, particularly painting and printmaking. I don't know about its history, I don't know names or identify artistic periods, but I acknowledge its timeless beauty, the stylized and gentle aesthetic which sometimes reminds of Art Nouveau, the minimalism of accurate strokes, the thematic related to nature, to women, to daily activities that define a culture as rich, delicate and fascinating as it is the Japanese one.
I leave you with images that I collected on this site, except for the first, which I dedicate to my tragic dream, a woodcut by Katsushika Hokusai, taken from Wikipedia. Enjoy.
[images]
Hokusai (1760 - 1849): 1. Great Wave of Kanagawa 2. Near Umezawa Manor in Sagami Province 3. Red Fuji
Hiroshige (1797 - 1858) 4. The Great Sanjo Bridge in Kyoto 5. Landing Entry of the Shichiri Ferry at Kuwana
Hashiguchi Goyo (1880 - 1921) 6. Beauty Combing her Hair
Utamaro (1750-1806) 7. Combing the Hair 8. 9. Women's Handicrafts Series
Eisho (1790 - 1799) 10. Beauty and a Goldfish
Toyokuni III-Kunisada (1786 - 1864) 11. Suspicious Man
Bairei (1844 - 1895) 12. One Hundred Birds
20th century Artist (1921) 13. The Loyal Ronin
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