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Museum of Islamic Art

Designed by Pritzker Prize-winning architect I.M. Pei, the Museum is comprised of a main building with an adjacent education wing connected by a large central courtyard. The main building rises five-storeys, topped by a high domed atrium within a central tower.

The cream-coloured limestone captures the changes in light and shade during the day.

The interior is no less spectacular. The centrepiece of the atrium is a curved double staircase leading up to the first floor. Above it floats an ornate circular metal chandelier echoing the curve of the staircase.

An oculus, at the top of the atrium, captures and reflects patterned light within the faceted dome. The five-storey 45-metre tall window on the north side gives spectacular panoramic views across the bay.

The geometric patterns of the Islamic world adorn the spaces, including the ceilings of the elevators. A variety of textures and materials from wood and stone has created a unique environment for the museum’s stunning collections.

- Museum of Islamic art , Doha, Qatar-

Museum of Islamic Art, Doha, Qatar.

Museum of Islamic Art, Doha, Qatar.

Museum of Islamic Art, Doha, Qatar.


Silence

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” 
― Norton Juster
“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”  ― Anne Spollen

“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”
― Anne Spollen

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”  ― Norton Juster

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster

“You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it. ... You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes - sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.”  ― Chaim Potok

“You can listen to silence, Reuven. I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it.

You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn’t always talk. Sometimes – sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.”
― Chaim Potok


A pose of expectation

Deeply within we lie hidden. You do not know me any longer and I do not laugh with you anymore but the dream still stands in a pose of expectation.

Deeply within we lie hidden. You do not know me any longer and I do not laugh with you anymore but the dream still stands in a pose of expectation.


Daca

Daca

DacaDacă s-ar putea vreodată
Să măsori nemăsuratul,
Să cuprinzi nemărginirea,
Să stai, străbătând neantul,
Să fii nici unul, nici altul.

Dacă s-ar putea vreodată
Neiubind să fii iubirea,
Nesperând să fii speranţa,
Nevorbind să fii vorbirea,
Negândind să fii gândirea.

DacaDacă s-ar putea vreodată
Să auzi neauzitul,
Să priveşti în nevăzut
Şi să afli neştiutul,
Ar urma iar începutul?

- Elena Liliana Popescu


O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Trebuie sa recunosc ca niciodata nu am vizitat cu adevarat Bucurestiul. Am mai trecut prin mareata capitala, ca tot provincialul, o zi – doua, pe ici pe colo, pe la localuri frumoase pline de oameni veseli care fac viata sa para usoara. Nu am zabovit niciodata mai mult, sa pot simti pulsul strazii, sa cunosc bucuresteanul sau sa ma plimb pe bulevarde. Am mai auzit de la romanii intalniti prin peripetiile mele in lume cum ca acolo e adevarata inima a tarii, ca in Bucuresti se intampla “lucruri”, ca este un oras deosebit.

M-am bucurat cand s-a ivit ocazia sa petrec patru zile in “Micul Paris”, doar cu aparatul foto in mana si nu prea multe de facut decat sa ajut la efortul colectiv de a toci asfaltul troatuarelor si de a casca ochii la minunatiile vazute inainte numai la televizor si prin videoclipuri de manelisti pe care, curios din fire, le-am mai gasit pe World Wide Web.
Am avut norocul sa prind weekendul in care avea loc, in piata Universitatii, primul campionatul European de Baschet 3 la 3. Lume multa, de toate culorile, tineri si batrani, au venit sa sustina echipa Romaniei care a ajuns sa castige finala si sa devina campioana europeana. A fost o seara frumoasa si aventura mea a inceput promitator.

O zi in Bucuresti

A doua zi de dimineata mi-am propus sa-mi gasesc un loc destul de comfortabil cat sa pot petrece macar vreo 4-5 ore sa fotografiez bucurestenii si sa surprind acea esenta a strazii de care auzisem ca ar fi deosebita.
Si nu am fost dezamagit. Deosebita intr-adevar.

O zi in Bucuresti

Chiar in piata Universitatii, un simbol al democratiei romanesti, privirea mi-a fost lovita de arta contemporana aruncata pe pereti si cativa vanzatori (cu atitudine din clasicul bazar) de carti mai vechi, multe de pe vremea lui nea Nicu. Din cand in cand, cate o persoana, probabil melancolica, se mai oprea si arunca o privire la cartile cu file ingalbenite de necitit.

O zi in Bucuresti

Nu mi-a fost greu sa gasesc si elementul clasic de compozitie al Romaniei post-decembriste. De acum nelipsitii oameni ai strazii, cei fara casa si masa, cu voie sau fara de voie, se bucurau cu mine de o pauza si-mi faceau concurenta la privit concetatenii misunand pe bulevard.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

De teama sa nu cad in cliseul dramei, m-am hotarat sa ma asez la o terasa, un “Irish Pub”, pe undeva pe langa calea Victoriei, sa imi indrept obiectivul spre clasa de mijloc a celor ce-si vedeau de viata de zi cu zi. Doua ospatarite, una blonda si una creata, zambitoare din calea afara, s-au oferit politicoase sa-mi fie la dispozitie atat cat le permite serviciul, pe perioada sederii mele. Iau o cafea si un hamburger romanesc sa-mi dea puterea sa imi continui proiectul.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Am descoperit aceleasi fete triste, capete plecate si oameni preocupati de ziua de maine, fiinte chinuite de viata in capitala, la doi pasi de acei lideri politici – oameni educati ce nu se rusineaza sa-si etaleze limbajul de mahala pe scarile celei mai mari cladiri civile din lume (cum spune Wikipedia), vestita Casa a Poporului.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Si uite asa, dupa mai mult de 12 ani in care am petrecut in Romania doar vacante scurte in oraselul natal si prin niste locuri mai turistice de la munte, am reusit sa vizitez Bucurestiul in cautarea acelui spirit deosebit al capitalei care deseori este aruncat cu mandrie in ochii lumii; am descoperit insa pereti murdari cu arta bolnava, oameni tristi si obositi , taximetristi jurand ca au sa iasa in strada daca cei de sus mai fura si care la randul lor ma roaga sa nu le cer chitanta sa mai bage si ei un leu in plus in buzunar.

O zi in Bucuresti

Ca fotograf, nu am fost dezamagit de tragedia si saracia de pe strazile Romaniei. Grimasele si ridurile, cersetorii si mizeria fac fotografii dramatice si aduc multe like-uri pe Facebook.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Ca roman, am fost dezamagit caci aceasta experienta care a inceput incurajator, pina la urma mi-a adus aminte de vestitele cuvinte ale lui Paler – “Imi iubesc tara atunci cand nu ma uit la televizor si cand nu merg pe strada”. M-a intristat ca nu ne asumam responsabilitatea ca natiune pentru ceea ce a ajuns Romania dupa 24 de ani de democratie. E comfortabil sa dam vina pe functionarul public care ia mita, pe primarul care fura, pe doctorul care cere sau pe deputatul corupt. Insa uitam cu usurinta ca ei sunt rezultatul societatii la ale carei disfunctionalitati contribuim cu totii caci vrem sa mai bagam un ban in plus in buzunar.


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