Every birth is a condensation and every death is a dispersion. Birth is not a gain, death is not a loss. When condensed, the energy becomes a living being and when dispersed it is the substratum of mutations.
Chang Cai
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Every birth is a condensation and every death is a dispersion. Birth is not a gain, death is not a loss. When condensed, the energy becomes a living being and when dispersed it is the substratum of mutations.
Chang Cai
And that is the final conclusion. That when a piece goes beyond the extent of memory, space and time, it no longer disposes unity. But that is the beauty of it all: the fragmentation of Life. The fact that the initial intention and theme of the body of work is fraud viewing experiences a little pockets is like living a thousands lives.
idk remember sorry
De vuelta al baño, el urinal de Duchamp; Le dimos yá a lo conceptual.
TRYPING
“Contemporary David”
If people make history, what does nature do?
The Making of Contemporary World
Ohio’s long-lost prairies.
(c) Wise Camila
Walking on the Kimono
while
time
is
a
prosperous textile,
everyday
events
blossom
like
tomorrow
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No hace falta que cuelguen lluchas para que La ciudad prohibida deslumbre.
Modelo: Clemencia Echavarría
DAPENG Fortress
Fear is the worst kind of evil
Ayu
China's ancient history merges into myth. In the beginning the world was an egg. When the egg cracked open, the top of the shell grew to become the sky, the lower part became the earth, and out of the middle stepped a man P'an-ku, who lived for eighteen thousand years. Helped by a dragon, a phoenix, a unicorn, and a tortoise, P'an-ku worked hard, cutting the earth into shape, making the valleys and the mountains. And when he died his flesh became the earth's soil, his blood the seas and rivers, his eyes the sun and moon, his breath the wind, his voice thunder. The parasites that fed upon his body became the ancestors of the human race.
Christopher Hibbert
紫禁城 - The Forbidden City - La ciudad prohibida
Garden Hill, Sam Sui Po
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