Tina Modotti (Italian, 1896 - 1942)
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Tina Modotti (Italian, 1896 - 1942)
Rosa Covarrubias con rebozo, nd
The biraute features gold disks sewn onto a fabric band. Scanned from the book The Jewelry of Nepal; 1999; Hannelore Gabriel
Lia Crowe Vogue Italia (1998) ph. Tim Walker
Depeche Mode, October 1998.
purchased new cowgirl magnet for my fridge
Al Murrah; girl with a cradle containing an infant over her shoulder, holding two camels. March 27, 1959. Qatar. Scanned from the book Bedouins of Qatar; Klaus Ferdinand; 1993
Anjelrei
Zoltán Glass (Hungarian, 1903 - 1981)
Reflection, 1959
My number one goal these days is to have a regulated nervous system. I used to be ambitious but now I realise the most successful thing you can achieve in this world is a sense of internal peace
I used to want people to like me, and took rejection and judgement so personally. Now I feel humbled by the understanding that most people judge you out of their own misunderstood fear, or of being othered
I'm less afraid now to look at my flawed and lonely exiled parts, than I have ever been
I saw a friend post something about how the more she heals the less ambition she has... I relate. It's not that I don't feel inspired to make art, but the reasons have changed, and my timelines are morphing, along with the woman I once was
Nothing gets me more excited and engaged than real talk. Vulnerable, messy, honest, raw conversations and authentic feelings. My time is so limited now and my radar for bullshit is high. I don't have minutes or hours to waste with the fake superficial superfluous bullshit
The old me doesn't exist anymore. Some days I grieve her, some days I rejoice. I'm still waiting for the new me to arrive, emerge, be discovered
You can't escape life, if you are a fully present aware human being
That's what I strive for. This is your life. Accepting it gives you the power to change, and to release the urge to control, grip, and inevitably suffer at your own expense
The tiniest things bring me the most joy, like the red cardinal who visits every single day. The full moon through the skylight. The sound of her breathing. The smell of her head. Someone really asking. Someone wholeheartedly listening