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"our front door in the tropics" (2005), ♥ana
2025-08-24
L’archange Saint Michel - 📍Mont Saint Michel (fr), éclipse solaire 12/08/26.
Sounds of Light - Miho Ichise , 2025.
Japanese , b. 1969 -
Oil on linen , 41 x 32 cm.
"People with depth are often lonely, because shallow connections no longer satisfy them."
-Arthur Schopenhauer
Novalis. Philosophical Writings. Trans. Margaret Mahony Stoljar, State University of New York Press, 1997, p. 155.
Water Rings - Miho Ichise , 2025.
Japanese , b. 1969 -
Oil on linen , 45.5 x 38 cm.
The scene is the same as ever. Summer and sweat, and an imagination incapable of seeing beyond the horizon. And today is better than tomorrow. But the dead are what's new. They're born every day and when they're trying to sleep death takes them away from their drowsiness into a sleep without dreams.
— Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst
Leda and the Swan (detail, 1925) Warren B. Davis
Will-o'-the-Wisp (Bludička), (Detail), (1888), by Lev Lerch (Czech, 1856 – 1892), oil on canvas, 243.5 × 135 cm (95.9 × 53.1 in), National Gallery Prague
From my favourite Chaplin film City Lights in which The Tramp (Charlie Chaplin) attempts to help a blind flower while slowly falling in love with her.
She never knows who he is until the very end.
Nocturne with Architecture by Antonio Basoli, 1810