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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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EXPECTATIONS
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“After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
“The more I understand of myself and the more I understand of the temperament of those artists whom I admire, the more I am convinced that what separates talent from genius is nothing more nor less than confidence: the ability not to be frightened of making a fool of yourself. This is a dangerous thing to say. It opens the door to sheer bravura. But that is a very different thing from the kind of confidence I am talking about. Bravura comes from the desire to impress which in turn comes from the same fear of making a fool of yourself. The confidence I speak of is not made out of the opinions of others. It comes from solitude.”
— John Berger, A Painter of Our Time
“Wrinkles in the face, moles, shabby clothes, and a lopsided walk bind [the lover] more lastingly and relentlessly than any beauty. This has long been known. And why? If the theory is correct that feeling is not located in the head, that we sentiently experience a window, a cloud, a tree not in our brains but rather in the place where we see it, then we are, in looking at our beloved, too, outside ourselves. But in a torment of tension and ravishment. Our feeling, dazzled, flutters like a flock of birds in the woman’s radiance. And as birds seek refuge in the leafy recesses of a tree, feelings escape into the shaded wrinkles, the awkward movements and inconspicuous blemishes of the body we love, where they can lie low in safety. And no passer-by would guess that it is just here, in what is defective and censurable, that the fleeting darts of adoration nestle.”
Walter Benjamin, “One Way Street” (tr. Edmund Jephcott) , Selected Writings, Vol I: 1913-1926
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Infused Darkness
Watercolor on Black Paper
2019, 8"x 10"
Purple Lavender
daughters of dusk & dawn - @polygon1993
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Sanskarans aka Sandeep Karunakaran aka Sans aka Art Psycho (Indian, b. India) - Garden Of Fallen Leaves, 2015, Paintings: Digital Arts
Self care is going into a corn field at night to get abducted by aliens
imagine owning an independent bookstore with a cafe and bakery with a cat that sleeps on the windowsills and people like to pet her while they browse the shelves
endless sleep
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allow me to slip into something a little more… comfortable *is enveloped in fog and disappears never to be seen or heard from again*