Johnson Tsang
“Still in One Piece
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Johnson Tsang
“Still in One Piece
Miles Davis Jazz great
Niger. The Bororos “peuls” tribe by Raymond Depardon.
The Wave, 1921, Edvard Munch
Medium: oil,canvas
ii.
One morning, I arose to find myself
Filled with an utter zest for life.
I knew how to love and sing and cry and,
Feel anger bubble up out of myself, petrified.
I realized that I was no longer a woman ostracized,
Half-consumed and filled with longing.
So I declared to the birds on my windowsill:
“I will move to the outskirts of town
Where everyone is free to admire my brazen charm; lonely solitude
They will stare and wonder how a charred woman could yet be so whole
And I will stand almost six feet tall.”
Your moment of Zen, R̸K̸
Nicolas De Crécy (French, b. 1966, Lyon, France) Mixed Media: Graphite, India Ink, Gouache, Watercolors on Paper
The Future Of Statues 1937
Rene Magritte
Rodin | Nymphe pleurant, 1889
They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via goodreadss)
Castle and Sun by Paul Klee
Medium: oil
Darling, your comfort zone is a beautiful thing but you will never grow there.
Unknown (via moaka)
Education, 1966
Johannes Itten
How beautiful we are, how tragic all of this is. The stains of our lovemaking on this mattress will outlast the love we made. Nothing could ever be more cruel than that.
Anita Ofokansi, from Elegy to Impermanence (via exoticwild)
A train in Seoul, South Korea.