m u s i n g s

> daily musings and the occasional artistic spurt.

[interdimentional]

[pairs-studio]

[seemoreandmore]

These days I am obsessed by light, it is so hard to commodify. I am not talking about a beautiful dawn, or holidays in the sun, or the light that makes a photograph look good. I am talking about brightness itself, the air lit up. The gleam on the surfaces of my typing hands. I love the gift of its arrival. The light you see is always eight and a half minutes old. Always and again.

- Anne Enright, The Wren, the Wren

[browndresswithwhitedots]

Brad Woodfin

[browndresswithwhitedots]

Jzkn

[jeydadeniz]

[genterie]

@ryanishka and @kellephant94 performing The Nutcracker in Ellie Caulkins Opera House, Denver, USA Photo taken by David Andrews

[tutu-fangirl]

[ether--net]

[thepoetryofmaterialthings]

(via Pin on …for TPOMT) https://www.instagram.com/p/C4NDqKioUAq/

[thepoetryofmaterialthings]

(via Pin on LIGHT) https://www.instagram.com/p/C4a41duL_cS/

[browndresswithwhitedots]

Ros Byam Shaw

[seemoreandmore]

“Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.”

— Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

[seemoreandmore]

“Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.”

— Pema Chödrön, from When Things Fall Apart

[browndresswithwhitedots]

víctor m. alonso

[thepoetryofmaterialthings]

(via Dr. Oliver Bronson House — Historic Hudson)

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