Zerebria

There is nothing more loathsome in films than those stories where everything intends to be “clockwork-like”, and characters are just puppets to make the story happen. (more…)

I used to think of photography as a minor art. In comparison to music or literature, my all-time beloved ones, it appeared to me that photography granted a lower degree of choice to the artist, and was, thus, not that praiseworthy. It made me think of the old joke of the (more…)

It is round the minute no. 50 of the concert, when everybody is feeling more friendly, and there is no distinct separation between musician, audience and music played, and those persons who yearned to kiss each other for so long (more…)

Yes, we read a lot more than before. But is it quality reading? The spirit of each age modifies our habits and perceptions, and (more…)

There is a basic principle in bioenergetics that proves that, if you repress sadness, you won’t be able to fully enjoy your happiness either. Our muscles, among other functions, are conductors for emotions, and if you keep them tense to reject bad moments, you’ll have to stand their numbness during the good moments too. (more…)

When I was in my twenties, I used to go to the movies every weekend with a friend of mine. It would be fair to say that he was the one who taught me the real art of watching films, the art of really considering them and learning from them.

In spite of that, he wasn’t precisely a person of the enthusiastic type, (more…)