[comatosecollective]

Some of the most timeless examples of creativity are those moments when hearts have been uncovered, when an individual has emerged who addresses those unique yet universal experiences that bind us together in the human condition.

Creators on Creating: Awakening and Cultivating the Imaginative Mind (via comatosecollective)

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Rudy Bender / Anna Halprin, Experiment in the Environment, 1962.

[mikusaurelius-blog]

Listening Faces

by Sam Shepard and Joseph Chaikin

When we sat across from each other

In the place where we met

You talked about your days by the water

You talked about yourself as a child

When we were lying next to each other

You told me your fear of the night

Of every night

You imagined moving to your ideal country

You told me secrets about people in your life

Strangers

You showed me their pictures

You played me your favorite music

I couldn’t hear the music in it

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[vagabondzine]

[muscavomitoria]

"A New Constellation" (1910). Sewell Collins magazine. 

[vogelgeschrei]

Princess Tuvstarr - illustrations by John Bauer

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[29noir-blog]

Martha Graham - Lamentation

A silent color film of Martha Graham dancing extracts of "Lamentation". Filmed in 1943 at Bennington College by Russian-born sculptor Simon Moselsio. His wif...

[edwardian-time-machine]

►Moonlight Monday

Evening dress

Date: 1917

Source

[29noir-blog]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUPYG3R0Kus

[woo-by-four]

She comes to us through sound as well; through music which vibrates the sternum, excites the heart; it comes through the drum, the whistle, the call, and the cry. It comes through the written and the spoken word; sometimes a word, a sentence or a poem or a story, is so resonant, so right, it causes us to remember, at least for an instant, what substance we are really made from, and where is our true home.

Women Who Run With The Wolves, by  Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D (via woo-by-four)

[woo-by-four]

I once dreamt I as telling stories and felt someone patting my foot in encouragement. I looked down and saw that I was standing on the shoulders of an old woman who was steadying my ankles and smiling up at me. I said to her, “No, no, come stand on my shoulders, for you are old and I am young.” "No, no," she insisted, "This is the way it is supposed to be." I saw that she stood on the shoulders of a woman far older than she, who stood on the shoulders of a woman in robes, who stood on the shoulders of another soul, who stood on the shoulder…

Women Who Run With The Wolves, by  Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D

(via woo-by-four)

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[andyouandeye]

Shmadam and Shmeve being banished

[29noir-blog]

I'm drenched in the flood which has yet to come I'm tied up in the prison which has yet to exist... Not having played the game of chess I'm already the checkmate Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I'm already drunk Not having entered the battlefield I'm already wounded and slain I no longer know the difference between image and reality Like the shadow I am And I am not Jalaluddin Rumi

[borgesiana-blog]

I think that time is the most essential mystery. Other things may be mysterious. Space is unimportant. You can think of a spaceless universe, for example, a universe made of music. We are listeners of course. But as for time, you have the problem of definition.

— Jorge Luis Borges, at University of Chicago, May 1980 (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

[29noir-blog]

16 millimeter earrings  - Meredith Monk

[29noir-blog]

Deborah Hay, not as Deborah Hay | A documentary by Ellen Bromberg