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Brooklyn, NY 2019.
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“When the mystery of the connection goes, love goes. It’s that simple. This suggests that it isn’t love that is so important to us but the mystery itself. The love connection may be merely a device to put us in contact with the mystery, and we long for love to last so that the ecstasy of being near the mystery will last. It is contrary to the nature of mystery to stand still. Yet it’s always there, somewhere, a world on the other side of the mirror […] , a promise in the next pair of eyes that smile at us. We glimpse it when we stand still. The romance of new love, the romance of solitude, the romance of objecthood, the romance of ancient pyramids and distant stars are means of making contact with the mystery. When it comes to perpetuating it, however, I got no advice.”
— Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam, 1980)
“Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.” - Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
Been out on the road for almost two weeks now. Doing $50 11x14" prints right now for as long as this post is live, almost anything I’ve ever posted anywhere is up for grabs, just email me:
my best friend’s room is full of plants and paintings and snippets of memories and it continues to be one of my favorite places. xx
““Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson”
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