into the mystical

Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world

[art-mysecondname]

Giacomo Balla - Iridescent interpenetration No.13,1914

[huariqueje]

The twelwe wild Ducks  -   Theodor Severin Kittelsen

Norwegian, 1857-1914     

Oil on canvas,  90.5 x 68.5 cm

[lantruong]

[insane---world]

[kissedbythevoid]

[amare-habeo]

Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin (Russian, 1878-1939)

Demon, 1904

Oil on canvas, 54 x 37.5 cm

[v-i-n-d-i-c-t-u-m]

[quotemadness]

When people appear to be something other than good and decent, it is only because they are reacting to stress, pain, or the deprivation of basic human needs such as security, love, and self-esteem.

Abraham Maslow (via quotemadness)

[placetimemoment]

SWAYING IN THE WIND -  Museo Textil de Oaxaca

[nobrashfestivity]

Josef Albers, Homage to the Square, Ritardando, 1958

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[d-ici-et-d-ailleurs]

Martinique, 1957 par le photographe allemand Herbert List  (1903-1975)

[humanoidhistory]

Vintage NASA press pic of Saturn’s northern hemisphere, observed by the Voyager 2 probe from 4.4 million miles away, August 19, 1981.

[sickpage]

[billy-on-a-walk]

[mythologyofblue]

Mildred Bryant Brooks, Moods, 1935 (via billy-on-a-walk)

[intothemystical]

In the sea rocks in the stone pockets under the tide's lip, in water dense as blindness they slid like sponges,  like too many thumbs. I know this, and what I wanted was to draw my hands back from the water---what I wanted was to be willing to be afraid. But I stayed there,  I crouched on the stone wall while the sea poured its harsh song through the sluices, while I waited for the gritty lightning of their touch, while I stared down through the tide's leaving where sometimes I could see them--- their stubborn flesh lounging on my knuckles. What good does it do  to lie in the sun all day loving what is easy?  It never grew easy, but at last I grew peaceful: all summer my fear diminished as they bloomed through the water  like flowers, like flecks of an uncertain dream, while I lay on the rocks, reaching into the darkness, learning little by little to love  our only world.

“Starfish” Mary Oliver from “Dream Work” 1986

[nontemporary]

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, 1949