Vamp Iris Atma Ra
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I invite you to immerse yourself in the profound reflections of Vamp Iris Atma, where melancholy and the quest for wisdom intertwine in a unique artistic journey. This text not only offers an intimate view of the life and thoughts of a performance artist but also guides you to explore your own relationship with art, solitude, and the meaning of existence. With poetic quotes and links to captivating audiovisual works, you will discover an emotional connection space that will inspire you to reflect on your own path in times of uncertainty.
2013, July 24:
I found some brief reflections from a decade ago; how curious is this possibility of reflecting through the lines of time…
I met Henri, a very peculiar cat who enjoys being nostalgic, melancholic, dramatic, and stylish. Perhaps I am sad… what is certain is that I found him charming.
“They tell me I’m famous on the Internet, for what reason? My torment?” Henri
Do I have a bit of feline philosopher in me? Am I perhaps more concerned about philosophy than gratitude? How easy is it to go from ecstasy to melancholy?
2013, July 23:
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
…and one is different not because one has to be against anything, (because that too would be following an order, becoming a shadow or a forever critic who follows the pattern of contradicting the established, even uncritically). One is unique because one is faithful to oneself, that’s all.
Language, illumination, conceptual maps… I repeatedly and systematically wonder how to synthesize and categorize inventories and memories. In some way it angers me, this fertility that causes bookshelves to become disorganized, artworks to overflow from storage, and my memory to seem more like a storage room than a home. A feeling of labyrinth. Also of dissolution… Google’s robots generally present the version of things that their programming allows them to understand and reflect, although it may not correspond to a more human or real criterion. In short, perhaps to navigate modernity it is necessary to turn to the roots, and so I dedicated some hours to correlating web search engines and Latin. One of the advantages of this Romance language is that search results are less abundant and yet of better quality. Thus, I came across an article titled “Cor ad Cor Loquitur,” Heart that speaks to a heart.
2023.10.09:
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. Abraham Cowley
Ten years later, my spirit has not improved much; melancholy remains present, though I no longer even find pleasure in the presumption of such a state. Now I have turned my face toward faith, and for that reason, I am re-reading a text destined for the Holy Spirit.
Holy Spirit of Light,
grant me the gift of wisdom.
May I have the necessary discernment
to distinguish evil from good,
lie from truth,
war from peace.
May Your wisdom illuminate
the confusing spaces of my soul.
So be it.
Continue your reading
- XIII, Iris Atma’ poem
- Arachnid symbolism
- Abraham Cowley; English poet
- Read “XIX. Solar Sphinx”; book about Sexual Pleasure and Trauma
- Meditation to Transmute the Trauma of the Inquisition and Clean the Lower Astral
- Etreum Highway; Experimental Poetry Videoart
- We Invite you Read Performance Art Memories in XIX. Solar Sphinx
- Je suis la femme Sphinx
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