ERNESTO PUJOL

from: ART SCHOOL (propositions for the 21st century)

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"I felt as though I was partly unlearning what I had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live."
— Albert Camus, The Fall 

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"I am quite confident that humanity is born with its total intellectual capability already on inventory and that human beings do not add anything to any other human being in the way of faculties and capacities. What usually happens in the educational process is that the faculties are dulled, overloaded, stuffed and paralyzed, so that by the time that most people are mature they have lost use of many of their innate capabilities. My long-time hope is that we may soon begin to realize what we are doing and may alter the “education” process in such a way as only to help the new life to demonstrate some of its very powerful innate capabilities."
Buckminster Fuller presages online education in 1962 

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"All serious art is being destroyed by commerce. Most people don’t want art to be disturbing. They want it to be escapist. I don’t think art should be escapist. That’s a waste of time."
— Edward Albee

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Y’s Autumn/Winter 1993-1994 in Connemara, Ireland. Photography: Ferdinando Scianna

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"counting the ways" by bpNichol (+)

"counting the ways" by bpNichol (+)

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An interior shot of the “Matisse Chapel.” Decoration by Henri Matisse, 1949-1951. 

An interior shot of the “Matisse Chapel.” Decoration by Henri Matisse, 1949-1951. 

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I have a lot of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky ways of cloudy innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere, or one universal self. Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes through everything, is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the one vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

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Jack Kerouac, excerpt from Kerouac’s letter to his ex-wife 

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Paris n’existe pas

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Jacques Tati ad nauseum

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Yohji Yamamoto S/S 2009 / Doru Covrig “Hands”

Yohji Yamamoto S/S 2009 / Doru Covrig “Hands”

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