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Jeroen Toirkens, Holding two reindeers in Taiga, Dukha, Mongolia, 2007
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well—this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Dispossessed
“Well, to continue being alive is also an art”.
Stills from And Life Goes On (also called Life, and Nothing More..., in Persian: زندگی و دیگر هیچ) directed in 1992 by Abbas Kiarostami (Iranian film director, screenwriter, poet, photographer, film producer, b. in Tehran, 1940 – 2016), starring Farhad Kheradmand and Buba Bayour, in the aftermath of the 1990 earthquake in Iran.
Harold Sohlberg (Norwegian Neo-romantic painter, 1869 – 1935), Moonlight, 1907
Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.
Toni Morrison, from The Bluest Eye
Pedro Luis Raota (1934 - 1986), 1968
Stills from Where is My Friend's House? (also called Where Is My Friend’s Home?, in Persian: خانه دوست کجاست ) written and directed in 1987 by Abbas Kiarostami (Iranian film director, screenwriter, poet, photographer, film producer, b. in Tehran, 1940 – 2016), produced by Ali Reza Zarrin: a boy searches for the home of his classmate, whose school notebook he has accidentally taken.
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
Vincent van Gogh, from The Letters of Vincent van Gogh