找到了非常好的瑜珈老师，喜欢他干净的声音。

他不是让学生做到动作的极限，而是让你认识自己，更关注自身的感觉。

有点像Guru。

 

What you see is what you get!

Matrix是部能反复看的电影。

 

Matrix——母体，应该是最恰当的译词。指的是整个虚拟世界——物质宇宙，或称Maya的世界，她是一种阴性的力量。通过三种物质属性（tri gunas）——善良、激情和愚昧完全控制着我们的感官和心意。这通过所有昏睡的人都被管子“接在”母体上而被表达出来，即他们只能去感觉母体让／要他们感觉的东西，并以母体的方式进行——做梦。所以莫菲斯说，“这个系统是我们（想要活在真实世界的人）的敌人”。而由于人们对这个奴役着他们的世界的依赖，他们绝大多数都“没有准备好接受真实的世界”，没有准备好“觉醒”。

Neo——尼欧，这三个字母的另一个拼法就是one，暗指“他就是那个人”。他代表了灵魂的自由意志／灵性的能量。也就是说，只有灵性的能量才是真正的拯救力量，因为灵性永远高于电脑人Smith所代表的机械／物质力量。他似乎多次“击败”尼欧，但他永远不可能摧毁尼欧。因为尼欧的力量在于，他有自由的意志，他可以选择，他永远会再次问：“这一切是为什么？”。当最终Smith问尼欧“你为什么不放弃？”，尼欧的回答是：“因为我选择。”

而尼欧的“为什么”则是他开发他的一切潜力的前提和开始。机器和Zion锡安之间的战争代表的是我们所生活的外部世界的冲突，但这场战争的结束却最终要由尼欧和电脑人Smith之间的个人决斗来决定。这是另人深思的地方。尼欧曾经问祭师，“Smith是谁？”，祭师说：“他就是你，你的反面，你的负面！”。也就是说，尼欧和Smith的搏斗其实是灵魂的内在的挣扎。解决外在冲突的核心实际上是战胜自己——战胜假我、战胜自己的负面、消极面。而母体只有通过我们的消极面才能产生作用，才能控制我们。

祭师有点象尼欧的Guru，但她在和尼欧的对话中始终把问题推回给尼欧自身，她的工作是引导尼欧认识他自己。

尼欧：如果你已经知道了未来和结果，我的选择还有什么意义呢？
祭师：你其实已经做了选择，你来是想知道你为什么做了那样的选择。

曾经跟朋友开玩笑说，"一个男人的终极品味就是他的爱人"。

那天在天台上见到Rene。惊喜，原来她喜欢并收藏Tichy的作品。

我说，“虽然没见过你老公，但是他娶了你，说明他是极有品的。“

Tichy是钟爱的艺术家。他的作品直指内心。

重新再看了一遍Tichy的纪录片，录下片中的一些对白：

 

Miroslav Tichy

 

In the pub, they ask me:

“Mr. Tichy, What are you? A Painter, a sculptor or a writer?

And I said: neither this nor that，I am a Tarzan retired!”

 

I’m an observer.

Observing as thoroughly possible.

Not only of people-of everything!

 

 

The world is anyway nothing but an appearance, an illusion.

 

I see forms and I transfer them into mathematics. I must fit all of this together, not just the optical vision. From the externals to the inwards, I explore every atom. This makes me an atomist!

 

Every knowledge is limited. Now apply this to the numbers! What is the highest number, and what the lowest? We recognize only that which we can, and want to, recognize.

 

I have no idea which photos are here in the cupboard. Some of the photos are really old. You can see how dusty they are. Young girls.

Those brown spots of bromine are interesting.

The flaws are part of it. That’s the poetry. The pictorial quality. Your thinking is too abstract! Photography is something concrete. Photography is perception- in eyes- that which you see. And it happens so fast that you may not see anything at all! To achieve that, you need first of all a bad camera! And, again, the contrast. The contrast makes the photo. Again, darkness and light. Sometimes you emphasize the contours with a pencil. Yes, I do improve it a little bit.

 

Photography means painting with light.

 

Why did you change from painting to photography?

 

All drawings have already been drawn. All painting has already been painted. What was there left for me to do?

 

1964 Miroslav Tichy is studying at the Academy of Fine Arts in Prague

 

Had you not yet begun to photograph at that time?

I hadn’t done much.

When did you begin?

I can’t remember any more. At the beginning, I’d use three reels of film a day. That’s three times 36 photos per day. A hundred photos a day.

You predetermined that?

I didn’t predetermine anything- that was determined by time, as the day passed by. Everything is decided by the earth, which is turning. You can only live as long as the earth keeps turning. That is predetermined. That’s what’s called destiny.

 

What kind of relationship do you have to women?

 

Women are main theme in my art. Naturally! But what is art? Art is just an idea. Schopenhauer: “The world as Will and Representation”.

 

In your work, eroticism is often strongly stressed.

 

That’s fantasy. A dream. When I take photographs I think of nothing all. I no longer take what I think or feel seriously. That’s just a game. Like when you play cards.

 

Did you have erotic relationships to women when you were young?

 

Erotic relationships- that always meant police, prison and mental institutions. All my life under the Communists. I watched out, so as not to spend too much time in detention. Nevertheless, I was locked up for eight years. It was like this. I was sentenced to 12 months prison. After 9 months my mother started to worry that I wouldn’t survive the sentence. She sent a psychiatrist to see me, who had me admitted to a clinic. Prison life was very hard. There was a lot of hunger. A piece of bread was paradise; if you could lay your hands on one before the other rogues took it. When the police could no longer find anything on me and the psychiatrist was also reluctant to have me locked up again the police waylaid me and assaulted me. There was a fight. They tore my clothes and I tore a sleeve off the police chief’s uniform. There was no problem afterwards because they were ashamed to admit that they had been beaten up by a madman.

 

Harald Szeemann, curator of the first exhibition of Miroslav Tichy

 

At fist you think it is naive. The more you look the less naïve it becomes. When you listen, to what he says what fun he has in breaking all the rules, without giving a damn about the result… intensity always find its medium! I was fascinated from the fist moment but I was waiting for the right exhibition. Now the moment has come to do it! He says, he photographs everything, that looks like the world…but the world is anyhow just an illusion. And then he goes and makes a hundred thousand photos of it. Real good!

 

 

If you want to be famous, you must do something more badly than anybody else in the entire world! Something beautiful and perfect is of no interest to anyone.

 

 

I eat no animals because the animal is like me. An animal has a head, a heart, and legs. We , humans, we are even less as an animal because a human has two legs while an animal has four! People thought these super-beings in order to eat them. But that’s wrong! When an animal dies it deserves a burial with full honors!

 

 

Frantisek Lukl, mayor of the city of Kyjov, at Kunsthaus Zurich, in September 2005.

 

I knew Miroslav Tichy since my childhood, since I went to the swimming pool. The children were a little afraid of him. He as a strange appearance with his ripped cloths, his long hair and beard. We always thought that his cameras were fake; that he is just pretending to take pictures. Now I see the great work and would take my hat off to him, if I had one.

 

The films you developed in a bucket?

 

Yes, in a bucket with developer, or in a bathtub, in the courtyard, during the night, then I left it in the water, for some hours or some days, then you would hang the films to dry, on the rope for laundry, but that was just routine, it doesn’t mean anything.

 

You made lenses of Plexiglas Yourself?

 

Cut out with a knife.

 

What? That can be done?

 

When a make something it always works absolutely precisely. True, the lens was not precise but maybe that’s where the art is!

The Plexiglas is soft and I grind it first with emery paper; I grind it finer and finer, until you can see through it. Then, you have to polish the lens. Do you know how? No problem: You take toothpaste mixed together with ashes. That way, you can polish it brilliantly. I took my pictures with these lenses. The shutter was made from two spools and a rubber band from an old pair of shorts. There was a piece of plywood with a window. The window flew through the camera and that was the exposure. Through the tension of the rubber band I could determine the exposure time. The tighter I pulled the rubber the shorter the exposure.

 

 

Your beer is also called “Classic”.

 

Because I am a classic! This is the cheapest beer. Three coins for the beer and three coins for the bottle. Plato maintained that we saw merely a reflection, not the reality; a projected image, like the shadow cast by fire on the wall in a cave- the appearance. That’s just perception. That happens without any effort on my part.

 

You’re like an empty container through which life is flowing?

 

I don’t exist at all. I’m a tool. A tool of perception perhaps. Again and again I hear: life, life! But no one knows what life is. Can you tell me what life is? Define it!

 

Would it give you a pleasure if we organized an exhibition for you in Prague?

 

Pleasure is a word I absolutely reject! How could a skeptic like me have pleasure? I dismiss such short-lived feelings as pleasure. People ask me: “What is it that you believe in?” And I reply:” I believe nothing and I believe no one, not even myself!”

 

What is the world made off? Of the elements. The world is founded on numbers. What’s the highest number? What’s the lowest number? The elements are made of millions of the smallest atoms.

 

So, which is the highest number, and which is the lowest?

 

There is no such thing. That’s infinity!

 

To infinity!!

 

 

看得很慢。不过里面有些话很喜欢。

慢慢看。不着急。

 

Victor Hugo: "If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away."

 

He convinced me of why one cannot give up the world to those one despises.

 

It is not in the nature of man--nor of any living entity--to start out by giving

up, by spitting in one’s own face and damning existence; that requires a process

of corruption whose rapidity differs from man to man. Some give up at the first

touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and

lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it. Then all of these

vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that

maturity consists of abandoning one’s mind; security, of abandoning one’s

values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on,

knowing that that fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape,

purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men

seek a noble vision of man’s nature and of life’s potential.

 

记得06年11月底刚回到上海的时候，出了办公室，惶惑，在港汇楼下，站在人群里，每次都不知道从哪个出口出去才是停车场，每次都会跑去问服务台小姐。

跟朋友讲：我不喜欢上海。

期盼有机会能出差到北京。降落时看到“北京”两个字，控制不住地开始微笑，等出租车开上机场高速的时候，内心的喜悦无以言表，心里说：我回来了。

在上海生活着，思念着北京；同样，如果人在北京，也会思念着上海。

生活还是在继续，我们都被推着往前走。

走在巨鹿路，富民路，吴兴路，武康路，湖南路，复兴路，永福路，东湖路，慢慢扩展着在上海的生活版图。

结识了小马，Julia，桃子，老宅，胡子，马阳，Token，白白，Fanny，钱峻，丁丁，Icy，小O，Maggie，GL，FL，袁芝，横戈。。。。还有很多。

是你们让我重新认识了这个城市，让我觉得这个城市很温暖。

 

 

 

 

在寻找一处住所。

安静巷子里的老公寓，有露台，客厅里有高及天花板、底至膝盖处的大窗，干净、敞亮，时时可听见树声。