Photographer Nicol Vizioli’s works have an unsettling quality of beauty and eeriness that tugs my heartstrings that instant I came across her work. Her photographs are clearly inspired by ancient mythology, literature, dreams and nature resulting in evocative, almost mythic images.
Born in Rome, where she studied Cinema & Digital Arts, Nicol Vizioli started working as a painter while completing her MA in Fashion Photography at London College of Fashion. Having initially studied painting, her photographs reflect the relationship of painting and photography and the inseparable influence they have on each other.
“Sometimes life is hard. Things go wrong — and in life, and in love, and in business, and in friendship, and in health, and in all the other ways in which life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Someone on the internet thinks what you’re doing is stupid, or evil, or it’s all been done before? Make good art.”
I’m so glad to have stumbled upon this a month ago and I never did get the chance to post it here and share. It’s a very inspirational and motivating speech of Neil Gaiman, one of the world’s most prolific writers, and addresses not only the young artists but anyone in an art field or who enjoys making art of any kind. Thanks for putting this online for the world to hear! It’s absolutely stellar and uplifting.
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This is amazing! I would love to frame this and hang this on my bedroom wall. This is exactly the sort of written little inspiration and motivation I’d like to see everyday to keep working hard and pushing my limits each and every day. This is my new motto.
I always resented all the years, the hours, the
minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it
actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me
dizzy and a bit crazy — I couldn’t understand the
murdering of my years
yet my fellow workers gave no signs of
agony, many of them even seemed satisfied, and
seeing them that way drove me almost as crazy as
the dull and senseless work.
the workers submitted.
the work pounded them to nothingness, they were
scooped-out and thrown away.
I resented each minute, every minute as it was
and nothing relieved the monotonous ever-
I considered suicide.
I drank away my few leisure hours.
I worked for decades.
I lived with the worst of women, they killed what
the job failed to kill.
I knew that I was dying.
something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become
then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest
it needn’t be much, just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on
just a spark.
I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky god damned
Image Source: clavicola @ Tumblr
“The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.”
– Bob Moorehead