I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go.
Mark Ryden (via wnq-art)
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I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go.
Mark Ryden (via wnq-art)
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The Flatiron Building | 3.12.15 AmandaSparsoPhotography
I walk by the Flatiron building almost every single day, but depending on the way the sun hits it, sometimes New York architecture just demands to be photographed. (at Flatiron District, NYC)
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Flowers Speak Too (haiku)
Basking in basil Summer is ravishing red; Asphyxiate me
It rained today, black Lavender fields of mistrust— Bruises expose me
Still with starwort white Green blades rise to welcome me; Bones concealed by flesh
Warm nights, no secrets Acacia, hold me close; Your heart dripping blue
A pink tenderness Sunsets adorned with thistles— A meaningless love
Lost in gray storm clouds Marigolds fly fervently; I could have saved you
Summer has ended Camellia, come find me— Hate you like yellow
-a.s.
"We are beautiful things, wild things, searching for the brilliance within us."
This is the cover of a journal I found walking through Strand bookstore, New York City. Our minds are capable of bleeding brilliance whether we believe this or not.