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shark vs the universe
dirt enthusiast
styofa doing anything
Claire Keane
Sade Olutola

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@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.

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Stranger Things
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@ruuined
“All memory is individual, unreproducible—it dies with each person. What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important, and this is the story about how it happened […].”
— Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others (via exhaled-spirals)
by Doug Bierend
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
Everything Visible Is Empty(色即是空), 1975 by Toshio Matsumoto
Moon landscapes.
“Jasmin Chair” by Elspeth Diederix, 2004
If you think of the things of where we’ve achieved transcendence (or ecstasy) — it’s sex, drugs, art, and religion. Those are all the places where we say, I’m gonna let go & just let this thing happen to me. I’m not going to control it, I’m going to be taken somewhere.
It’s interesting to me that although we are constantly trying to control, our biggest thrills come from letting go of control. And so what becomes obvious is that it’s the combination of those two [surrender & control] that we should really be specializing in.
We should not forget the surrender part; we should not think that surrendering is passivity or cowardice or incompetence: we should say, It’s one of the ways we deal with the world. Art is the place we go to have this feeling again, to remember that feeling of going with the flow, of letting something happen to us.
Brian Eno
obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)
moon landscapes, hand study, rhododendron.
“One never reaches home. But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.”
— Hermann Hesse, Demian (via rerylikes)
Egor Shapovalov
Everything Visible Is Empty(色即是空), 1975 by Toshio Matsumoto
Zhao Zhao (Chinese, b. 1982), Sky No. 19, 2014. Oil on linen, 250 x 250 cm.
-It’s not the red of which we bleed-
watercolour on paper, 2019
@xwristitlo
two blues.