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Kim Keever

“Miniature topographies inside 200-gallon fish tanks, based on traditional landscape paintings. Keever fills the tanks with water once he’s sculpted and placed the miniatures, and colored lights and pigments create dense, atmospheric environments. He views his works as an evolution of the landscape tradition and deliberately acknowledges the conceptual artifice.”

petitworld

Worcestershire, England by Nicola Stocken

zumrud-watches

Cinema Paradiso (1988)

random-brushstrokes

Marie-Joseph Clavel - The lake of love - the weeping willow (ca. 1918)

bloomingsalma

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

acknowledgetheabsurd

"Garlands of stars were falling from the black sky above the palm trees and the houses. She ran along the short avenue, now empty, that led to the fort. The cold, no longer needing to struggle against the sun, had invaded the night; the icy air burned her lungs. But she ran, half-blind, in the darkness."

Albert Camus, Exile and the Kingdom (The Adulterous Wife)

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The Double Life of Veronique (1991) dir. Krzysztof Kieślowski

nikswonderland

hot summer nights…. ig credit: licciyoc

firstfullmoon

“I thirst for you. Don’t walk away from me. Tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. No one in the world will love anything you do as much as I do. Tell me about the you I love, the one who’s a little shivery. Let yourself go. Don’t force yourself on me, just because you don’t want to worry or help me. When you strip in front of me, I finally understand why I was born. I love you.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131] (via acknowledgetheabsurd)

life-spire

@ santiago costa

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rotterdameyzaguirre

Hace hoy cien años exactos, un pobre y esplendido poeta, el más atroz de los desesperados, escribió esta profecía: A'l aurore armés d´une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (Al amanecer, armados de una ardiente paciencia, entraremos a las espléndidas ciudades)“.

Pablo Neruda cita a Rimbaud; Discurso del premio nobel, antología fundamental.