rebecca wood

[jencausey-blog]

[rebeccawoodphotography]

how i see myself in a dreamstate

[messi-ng]

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cycle/recycle

[oofpoetry]

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

Marina Abramović

(via oofpoetry)

[rebeccawoodphotography]

"for a good life, we just might have to weaken and find somewhere to go, go somewhere we're needed find somewhere to grow, grow somewhere we're needed"

the tragically hip

[remash]

[redhousecanada]

Enric Miralles & Carme Pinos.

[timewastingmachine]

[redhousecanada]

timewastingmachine:

1963 Mercedes-Benz 230 SL Pagoda (W113) assembly line

[brettltd-deactivated20140210]

sixtyten

[rebeccawoodphotography]

the deepest

[brettltd-deactivated20140210]

DeSalvio Playground

[rebeccawoodphotography]

the colours, composition... and the haunting beauty of the emptiness

[rebeccawoodphotography]

i am so proud of my mum for following her own heart and helping us unlock her own.  it's about time you all found out how magical she is.  xo

[shit-for-brains-blog]

We all romanticize the people we adore.

John Green (via analectic)

[thebachbook]

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via delucazade)

[nazfilmspersonalcollection]

Looking-up at Ann Hamilton

[mariannapaige]

[showstudio]

[arwphotography]

[rebeccawoodphotography]

my sister is in heaven.  follow.

[rebeccawoodphotography]

Instead, Maggs helps us to acknowledge the traces that an individual leaves in the particle accelerator of society and history. It is in and among these traces that we can see a new pattern for connectivity.

Russell Keziere writing about Arnaud Maggs' exhibition, Notification

[larmoyante]

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Miranda July, It Chooses You  (via c-ovet)