In the low light

Art or expression of others that I appreciate Likes

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Gyula Sagi, Hungarian artist

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Jules Falk Hunter, Window in the Wall, 2016

[whatarefears]

I imagine grief sometimes as the sound a southern forest makes at night: a thousand animals all begging for life in the dark and the damp and the heat.

too much sound (via whatarefears)

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Morning On Mars

Martian sunrises, as seen by the HiRISE orbiter

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We’re going to be waiting for a long time. But it’ll be worth it, when we find what we find. And we won’t be frightened, and we won’t be nervous. It’ll be perfect and right. We’ll find God in our lovers’ arms.

We’re going to be healing for a long time But we won’t be sleepless and we’ll get better each night. Because we’re not afraid of dying We’re afraid of wanting never to die.

You set your heart out in the graveyard. Go and get your heart back from the great beyond. And your milk tastes like breaking. And your wrists smell of peppermint. And you carry your sadness on your back like a tortoise, as protection. And you sleep with a blanket that you found on the pavement, and you cling to it. And you want to be righteous And you want to find guidance, but nothing’s come yet.

But, I read your stars in a mason jar. And you’ll make love in the backyard, And we’ll find God in our lovers’ arms. We’ll redefine God as something that we want. Redefine God as something that you want.

     --Peppermint, Lovers

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Auguste Rodin (Fr. 1840-1917)

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Lauren Withrow (NY, USA) -  From Seperation series, 2010    Photography

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Titan, the mermaid moon.

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The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott, “Love after Love,” Collected Poems 1948-1984 (Noonday Press, 1986)                      

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The Virgin and Child with Saint Anne and Saint John the Baptist (detail), Leonardo da Vinci

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Martin Dammann.  Überdeutschland, 2005, light jet print

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Mark Rothko, Untitled grey paintings.1969

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Cepheid Variable, 2011

Mikko Sinervo

[thecalminside]

Space and silence are two aspects of the same thing. The same no-thing. They are externalization of inner space and inner silence, which is stillness: the infinitely creative womb of all existence.

Eckhart Tolle (via thecalminside)

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Sami: Walking With Reindeer, Erika Larsen

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Disappearing Into The Past #10, Astrid Kruse Jensen