Love in Silence. {Video}
If you aren’t quite sure what love looks like anymore, but still believe in it;
If you believe that love isn’t about making anyone stay;
If you believe that love is hearing each other’s song, yet resting contented in each other’s silence;
If you know that love is not clinging, or bondage, but space in between your togetherness,
This story is for you:
Marina Abramovic and Ulay were artists who met and fell in love in the 70s. For a decade, they did avant-garde collaborative work, even referring to themselves as a collective being, “The Other.” Yet like many intense collaborations, it ran its course. The flames that burn the brightest sometimes burn out quickly. They parted ways after one final trip across The Great Wall of China. They began at opposite ends, each walking the 2500 kilometers to meet in the middle before they said goodbye.
At her 2010 MoMa retrospective, Marina performed a piece titled, “The Artist Is Present.” She sat in silence for a minute with each stranger who sat in front of her. At the opening night of the show, Ulay was among them. This is that chapter of their story:
Best comment, below: “Because we never stop silently loving those who we once loved out loud.”
There are so many cliches about love: Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong.
All you need is love.
I may have a lot to learn about love, and I’m only an amateur artist, but this video touched me in both aspects. Because after all:
“I feel there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
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I’ve been watching this video the last few days. And I still tear up.
I agree. I haven't decided whether their love is wonderful or tragic. Or both. In any case, it's beautiful.
If tragedy wasn't beautiful, it wouldn't have been made into a thousand plays.
Maybe it's the fact that it's so fleeting and fragile (and therefore, we think of it as tragic) that makes it beautiful. Love Neruda's take on it: “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Yes! Ahh, love Neruda.
The day I stop crying watching this, I will be dead. If not, please somebody help me be.
You only need to plant one dandelion. They'll take care of the rest.
Yes, but blowing the seeds into the air to make a wish and wondering where they will bloom, like new freckles, is one of my favorite parts of summer.
Same here, darkorpheus…
Oh my heart. I miss my husband so desperately. And there’s nothing I can do to change it. I get no comfort from standing in the cemetery to be near him.
I’d give everything for one chance to sit across from him in silence for just a minute.
It's a beautiful video. I cry every time I see it. Can't help noticing though, that most people when they "meet her", it's as if they're in a competition . By their furrowed brows, etc. Thought that was interesting.
[...] Love in Silence. {Video}. [...]
Love is respecting the other person's freedom.
The act of gazing deeply without pause without the need to immediately blink, the ability to look and feel beyond the outside, in. One will always find love if they are patient in each and every being. Love is always possible.
I recognize this…poetic, beautiful, a human suffering at times, yet a divine right…….all love……
Love is tragic love is divine and all that comes in between, their eyes said it all. Sadness and joy at the same time.
power of the gaze and the heart and the infinite…stunning.
This is a beautiful and poignant video. I wonder what he said to her. His body language seems to say 'let it go.'
Beautiful. And interesting that "Love" isn't beaming smiles of ecstasy to all who dare to look it in the eyes.
When we are really present with people, so much is said with no words at all. Whether its a lover or held within the eyes our child. I believe we begin to really connect and see ourselves, the good/bad, in their eyes.
Just WOW!!
Love just happens. I know it happened to me and since the day I met him there has not been a day that I do not think of him or miss him in some way. Love just is.
Speechless…