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29.3.17

"ONLY THE GENTLE ARE EVER REALLY STRONG."

~ JAMES DEAN

Auguste Rodin

28.3.17

"NEVER GO TO BED MAD. STAY UP AND FIGHT."

~ PHYLLIS DILLER

Amedeo Modigliani

14.7.15

"THE PENDULUM OF THE MIND OSCILLATES BETWEEN SENSE AND NONSENSE, NOT BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG."

~ C.G. JUNG (via WORDSNQUOTES)

MIGUEL LAINO. Fugaz realidad, k-holes and fragmented reality and right back to right now.

6.5.15

"KNOW THIS: YOU CAN START OVER, EACH MORNING."

~ Tyler Joseph

Rosanna Jones, Destroyed innocence and Beauty

30.3.15

"BONES MEND. REGRET STAYS WITH YOU FOREVER."

~ PATRICK ROTHFUSS, THE NAME OF THE WIND

”HOUSE WITH TWO MEN, A TURKEY, AND A DOG,” c. 1939–1942, by Bill Traylor

10.3.15

"ANYONE CAN HIDE. FACING UP TO THINGS, WORKING THROUGH THEM, THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU STRONG."

~ Sarah Dressen

zhang xiaogang

5.3.15

voices...

NEVER ARE VOICES

SO BEAUTIFUL

AS ON A WINTER'S EVENING.

- Virginia Woolf

Auguste Rodin

13.2.15

"ACCEPT, THEN ACT. WHATEVER THE PRESENT MOMENT CONTAINS,

ACCEPT IT AS IF YOU HAD CHOSEN IT. ALWAYS WORK WITH IT, NOT AGAINST IT."

~ Eckart Tolle

Installation by Tokujin Yoshioka (via STUDIO903)

28.1.15

"LOOK CLOSELY. THE BEAUTIFUL MAY BE SMALL."

~ Immanuel Kant

joseph Beuys, Artistes (Cascade), 1954

13.11.14

"I TRY TO APPLY COLORS LIKE WORDS THAT SHAPE POEMS, LIKE NOTES THAT SHAPE MUSIC."

~ Joan Miro

Portrait of Juanita Obrador (1918) oil on canvas - dimensions unknown - Art Institute of Chicago

11.10.14

"MY BRAIN IS LIKE A SCALE: ONE GRAIN PULLS IT DOWN. YESTERDAY IT BALANCED: TODAY DIPS."

~ Virginia Woolf, diary entry dated June 23rd, 1936

artist unknown: (via PHILADELPHIA MUSEUM OF ART - COLLECTIONS OBJECT : PORTRAIT OF A RIGHT EYE)

12.9.14

"IN YOUR ABSENCE
I LEARNED TO LOVE YOU
IN ALL THE WAYS I FAILED
WHILE YOU WERE STILL HERE."

~ Pavana पवन

Przemek Matecki, Untitled #35, 2013

10.9.14

"MATTER IS SPIRIT MOVING SLOWLY ENOUGH TO BE SEEN."

~ Teilhard de Chardin

william miller - ruined polaroids

14.8.14

"I MOURN
THE FLOWER
I COULD HAVE BEEN
IF MY ROOTS
HAD NEVER
BEEN UPROOTED."

~ Foreigner, Pavana

cy twombly

souvenir d’arros- 1990

8.8.14

"IF THEY DON’T KNOW YOU PERSONALLY, DON’T TAKE IT PERSONAL."

~ Khleo Thomas

asagi natsume

15.5.14

This...

“ This bed I fall asleep in

reminds me of those books

I read when I was younger,

sheets bent in the same

pattern I left them in,

spine tired and worn.

This is what it looks like

to be adored, I tell myself,

this is what it feels like

to fall in love with words

written for someone else.

I read you in all the sleepless

creases you left in my pillow,

the words you spilled in the

dreams we used to share.

We reach for books the way

we reach for our beds,

for comfort, for familiarity.

We love the way it feels

when our hearts break

the same way we built them.

The books you’ve read

you will read again,

time will pass and you’ll

remember beginnings

but not how they end;

you will fall asleep in the

same shape you ended

your last story in, because

you’ve forgotten how to close

your eyes and how to start again.

This is what happens when we

make stories out of people,

when we bring them home with us

and create bookmarks out of all

the places we used to make love.

But beds are like books,

I tell myself, tired and worn

to the bone; and this is what

it looks like to be adored,

I’ve been told. This is what

it feels like to fall in love

with stories that were never

written for you. ”

— || Maza-Dohta

-Egon Schiele- couple (1909)

21.4.14

Floating...

Floating in a sea of daydreams and possibilities.

mitochondria

Eric Blum

31.3.14

realize….

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

Don’t look at me, I don’t like it (ink on paper)

23.11.13

Night Walk….

And the night smells like snow.

Walking home for a moment

you almost believe you could start again.

And an intense love rushes to your heart,

and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

— Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence
C. Maxwell Morris

21.10.13

I'm filled with a desire for clarity and meaning within a world and condition that offers neither.
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Wastes (studies), poured and blown correction fluid on magazine pages