Yoshihiko Ueda
Beijing
1992

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Yoshihiko Ueda
Beijing
1992
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Miracle of the Black Leg"
[Text ID: âwhat knowledge haunts each body, / what history, what phantom ache?]
In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.
Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essays
Anna Trochim â Hot Summer (oil on canvas, 2020)
Summer in Japan.  Photography by ăźăŁăĄăă @KBotchan
Earrings by thesagevintage on instagram
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Kim Dorland, Fever Dream
Here is a lesson: what happens to people and what happens to the land is the same thing.
- Linda Hogan in Dwellings: A Spiritual History of The Living World (p. 89)
The Lighthouse, version 1
âNovember is a hinge in the year, and the door gets opened to ghosts.â
â Nina MacLaughlin, from âOn the First of November, the Ghosts Arriveâ, The Paris Review (via voirlvmer)
- Lindy West
honestly fucks me up that when ppl see me, my face goes through the filter of their perception (curated by their very specific life experiences n their unique point of view). basically if i truly saw myself with someone elseâs brain, i probably wouldnât realize who i was looking at. my eyes donât mean the same to others as they do to me. everyone reads each other in a new way and itâs so uncontrollable
keith haring you were a man after my own heart
âShe is submerged, July is a lost month.â
â Zadie Smith, from NW
Patrick McCormack
these are some sketches I made for the film Midnight Cowboy, for a poster assignment
Alecos Fassianos (Greek, b. 1935), Adam and Eve / Le nouveau Paradis. Oil, pigments and acrylics on canvas, 146 x 97 cm