900. Fernando Martìnez Sanabria /// Calderòn House /// El Refugio, Bogotá, Colombia /// 1963
OfHouses presents Faraway, so Close V: Colombia. (Photos: © Leonardo Finotti; OrlandoArq. Source: unalhistoria3.blogspot.com.)

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900. Fernando Martìnez Sanabria /// Calderòn House /// El Refugio, Bogotá, Colombia /// 1963
OfHouses presents Faraway, so Close V: Colombia. (Photos: © Leonardo Finotti; OrlandoArq. Source: unalhistoria3.blogspot.com.)
Illustration from a 1990 Super Mario World guide from Japan.
Main Blog | Twitter | Source: Super Mario World Kanzenhan (Japan), 1990
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Hermit homes in the Russian wilderness. From the Escape series by Danila Tkachenko.
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“She left me fifteen years ago and took the kids back to Puerto Rico. I barely talk to them anymore. I stay at home and I be by myself. When I get home and open that door everything is dark. I try to play psychology with myself. I’ll watch a good movie, or read the Bible, or take two pills and go to sleep early. But it’s not working. It’s not reality. Reality, the reality is, I’m alone. I need somebody, you know. Somebody physically with me. I need my family with me. Whatever I did, I apologize. For not listening. For not taking her seriously. She’d tell me: I don’t mind if you party some, but you need to pay attention to your family. And I’d do it for awhile but then I’d forget. I don’t know why, I was young. I was bored. I felt like I was trapped. But now that I’m this age, I understand. Those were the best days of my life. Now I wish I had somebody to take care of. The way I used to before– back in the nineties: two jobs, nice apartment, buying them everything. Christmas, holidays. I want to go to bed with my wife, with the kids in the other room, and tomorrow we go to work. That’s it. Normal. I just want normal.“
Hamonshu, a Japanese Book of Wave and Ripple Designs, 1919
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My father was a very disciplined and punctual man; it was a prerequisite for his creativity. There was a time for everything: for work, for talk, for solitude, for rest. No matter what time you get out of bed, go for a walk and then work, he’d say, because the demons hate it when you get out of bed, demons hate fresh air. So when I make up excuses not to work, I hear his voice in my head: Get up, get out, go to your work.
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Jan Kaláb - Black Emptiness (acrylic on canvas, 2017)