Alex Klementski

Aesthetics of Being

[yxsu]

“I want to start my life over again from the beginning."

Tokyo Twilight・東京暮色

Dir. by Ozu Yasujiro, 1957

[yxsu]

Tokyo Twilight・東京暮色

Dir. by Ozu Yasujiro, 1957

[my-dailydreams]

[peak-anime-manga-posting]

[quotefeeling]

“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

[lostinpersona]

Silence has no wings, Kazuo Kuroki (1966)

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 26, NOTEBOOK, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated January 10, 1959)

[artfilmfan]

Werner Herzog commentary as always, pure gold

[lovecrumbss]

oh to have foxes play where I've laid to rest

[random-brushstrokes]

Alfred Wahlberg - Study for 'Storm on Hallands Väderö' (1863)

[clawmarks]

Astronomy for amateurs - 1904 - via Wikimedia

[lionofchaeronea]

Night Rain at Omiya, Hasui Kawase, 1930

[lisselundin]

Ojai, California.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) “Irises” (1889) Oil on canvas Post-Impressionism Located in the J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles, California, United States

Van Gogh started painting “Irises” within a week of entering a mental hospital, in May 1889, working from the hospital garden. He called painting “the lightning conductor for my illness” because he felt that he could keep himself from going insane by continuing to paint. He considered this painting a study, although Theo, Van Gogh’s brother, thought better of it and quickly submitted it to the annual exhibition of the Société des Artistes Indépendants in September 1889, along with “Starry Night Over the Rhone.” He wrote to Vincent of the exhibition: “[It] strikes the eye from afar. The Irises are a beautiful study full of air and life.”

[allsadnshit]

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[petaltexturedskies]

(…) and I was in love with you, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of you walking out a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy, in your underwear.

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[terminallyinferiorpoet]

"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversations is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have."

- Sylvia Plath