venerdì 13 novembre 2015

Mercy and Truth



If
only
you
could
try
to
find
if
there's
any
Beauty
in
us,
would
you
save
us?



 
 
Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Out in one week.

venerdì 6 novembre 2015

Why?






Why
can't
we
see
the
End
of
all
this?








Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

venerdì 30 ottobre 2015

Why?




W
hy
is
the
Past
more
present
than
Fate?

 


Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.
Photo by our dear, dear Luca B. 

venerdì 23 ottobre 2015

Why?





Why
are
some
Skies
larger
than
Others?






Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

venerdì 16 ottobre 2015

Why?

 

Why 
won't 
Trees 
replace 
us 
on 
Earth?




  


Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

venerdì 9 ottobre 2015

Why?




Why 
is 
Youth 
turning 
its 
cheek 
to 
Death?
Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

venerdì 2 ottobre 2015

Why?





Why
 is
Angst
God's
Beat
inside
Us?






Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

venerdì 12 giugno 2015

Trees as Crosses

As some of you already know, my dear C. Lee and I underwent Sacrifice and reached Beatitude through our personal 84 stations of the Cross around Europe and North America.
4 months, 84 shows, 13 countries.
In our path we came across several Trees looking like Crosses. You know how much I search for approval in signs or events around me. Thinking of these Trees as Crosses surely helped.
I started touching their bark with my left hand as a way to express gratitude to them, to the Trees, even for just standing there.
Somehow I hope in this way I granted some Protection back.
Anyway, Lady C. and I also wish to Thank all the people who came along in this long and meaningful journey. 

Until we meet again, Beatitude may come to you all.

domenica 12 aprile 2015

The West is the Best

As an Evangelista song says "the West is the best", so I found myself dancing around the majesty of my beloved Red Woods, again.
We look for them, from Seattle to San Francisco.
I'm Also posting here a close up photo of an amazing white Birch that protects the house of our dear friend D, in the woods in northern Seattle, going toward Canada.
C. Lee and I are travelling this side of the world again, in maybe our longest series of shows all in a row ever. The stations of the Cross, as we like to think, since our newest release is called Croce, Cross in Italian.
The Bible sometimes refer to the Cross as to The Tree, and I like to think of a red Wood Being the Wood we're bringing along with us in this tour.
People of the East, we'll work on comin back to you next year.
And our hearts Will be open to welcome and honor your Trees.
Sincere blessings

Signed

f.

martedì 20 gennaio 2015

I found my bones in the Desert




I fell in love with the Desert while driving through the South West, most likely when we had the honor to perform at Paolo Soleri's magnificent Arcosanti.
It was a Sunday, and I remember lady C. and I trying hard not to blink in order not to miss anything, not even an istant of Light. We decided to perform exactly 30 minutes before the Sunset on the open air Colly Soleri Amphitheater, and we decided to go for no lights, nor on stage, nor for the audience.
Being our performance about 33 minutes long, we let our eyes adapt to the Light turning into Darkness.
Anyway, few months ago we had the luck to spend several days in the South West, and we went back to the Desert several times.
While we were driving through the Joshua Tree National Park, we decided to stop at the Cholla Garden, where the two pics up here were taken. We were miles away from Arcosanti, but yet our eyes did stop blinking as they recognized the same Light.
And right there the same Light showed me how the scars in the Cactus structure, in their bones look exactly like mine.
I am sometimes afraid my bones are getting dry, but there in the West the Desert showed me how you have to take care of yourself and build and strenghten yourself around your weak parts.
In a way, it's the same lessons I learned from the Red Woods: when they're hit by a lightning, they stay put and they keep the sick part inside, asking the bark around to grow stronger, and to protect the whole structure.
Willing to get close to an end for this post, here below some Straight guardians that looked after us while we were in Arcosanti.
Thanks to all these trees and the Cactus and thanks to the Desert, I got my bones back.


giovedì 1 gennaio 2015

Happy new Year!


These two photos look like these Trees could be wings for my words.
We wish you and ourselves to grow wings where your and our weak parts are.
Anyhow, as I already wrote some time ago, I can't help but thinking of Pines' branches as arms holding Crosses. Blessing or cursing.
We beg for their blessing, we follow them cursing.