It takes a lot to take my hope for the future away, but, I look at the world I live in now, I look at what has happened before, and I realize how easy it is to forget and to remake mistakes. And I realize I can't sit back and relax and chill and pretend my society is okay or will improve on its own. 

Momentum doesn't just take over, we can't ride it towards a better tomorrow, we have to keep actively moving forward, making sure we advance, because we haven't stopped climbing up hill. The moment we stop, we roll back and we end up at where we were few moments prior. 

I'm guilty of believing I can just ride the wave created by those before me, I mistakenly believe, or used to believe, that the sacrifices others made and their achievements meant I could sit back and enjoy the life they fought for. But not yet, it's not my turn, not yet. 

Some day some people, the offsprings of my offsprings will get to live in a society that has truly learned of its mistakes and is not bound to repeat them, but that day is not yet here. And even them will be fighting to spread such a society to the rest of the world, a world that will be hit by climate change.

 I actually can't imagine how long it will take before humanity gets to enjoy the fruits of being the only species capable of creating an Utopia. 

Some ideas have not taken universal root yet, it is not safe, yet, to relax and pretend everything is okay. Nothing is okay, yet. It's just better than it was, but at the same time it isn't. Nationally, and even Globally. 

But back to these images, they had seen the horrors of Nazi Germany all over Europe less than 30 years before, and they still found a way to pose pleasantly under the body of a black man, woman, youth, hanging from a tree. 

How is that possible? The fact that it was fills me with fear of what is possible in our future. 

Three in the Morning Photo

Dali and Magritte

Today I stood in between two paintings that were facing each other, both made by men that are now dead. Yet, remain alive by the legacy they left behind, they made history. However, one of them, I feel, is credited too much for what he did, the other, not as much. 


One of them, I feel, had more talent. The two men are Salvador Dali, and René Magritte. Magritte is a favorite of mine, and it becomes evident why he is my favorite over other surrealists every time I see one of his paintings in person. They are so elegant, the compositions are clean, and poetic. Dali used to attract my younger mind, the one that didn't know better, sort of like how my taste in music evolved as I became an adult. I don't think Dali is a bad artist, he was a great artist. I respect him and admire him. But, painting after painting from him is just this crazy extravagant theme that just gets so boring and old after a while.

So, I stood there, in between two great paintings, one the subject matter was organic shaped elements not found in nature or anywhere really outside of the mind. The other one was a giant tree, behind it was a pipe, with a dark blue background. I could stare at this image for a long time. The other one? A glance was enough, it didn't make me wonder, it didn't make me want much more than a quickie. And so, as it always happens, it became evident why I love René Magritte's work. 


I think today it was the first time where I've been put in between both artists like that. Usually I've encountered one artists piece in one corner of the room while the other one is on the other. Never one right across from the other, 8 feet apart. 


Should check the exhibit if you are in San Diego, it is Art of the 20th Century, it is small, but it is very good. 


And with this, I mark my first blog entry. :)