by Terapo

oozey mess
Not today Justin
trying on a metaphor
ojovivo
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
NASA
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if i look back, i am lost
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
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by Terapo
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969 Oil on canvas 1998 Kate Rothko Pritzel and Christopher Rothko / Artist Rights Society, New York (ARS) Courtesy of Pace Gallery
As not to cloud our years of endless (good and bad) scans of the 1969 dark paintings, I am putting this up as a new post. Note that the thin border on some of these is painted on by Rothko, a huge change specific for this series. As Rothko usually paints to (or off) the edges of the canvas, the sense of containment and focus is speaks quite differently here.
“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
Arthur Miller, The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts
september 3, 2019
Yemenite Jewish girl in Israel Palestine, 1959. Boris Carmi Before 1948, Bareket was the Palestinian Arab village of Al-Tira. In 1945, it had 1,290 Arab Muslim residents. The village was depopulated on July 10, 1948, following an Israeli military assault. Bareket was established in 1952 by Jewish immigrants from Yemen. The new village was built on the ruins al-Tira.
poppy meadow; antelope valley, california
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Sheredar River, Russia by Roman Heger
Introspection is a balanced ‘review’ of ourselves without the harshness of fault-finding or the whimsicality of soul-searching.
I have been practicing introspection lately. Here are my thoughts about this act of self-love.
At the heart of introspection lies patience and observation. As I go about my everyday, introspection allows me to look at my actions or inaction with understanding. This was difficult to do in the beginning. We all tend to be judgmental of ourselves, often thinking that the quiet condemnation we do within will push us to do more.
An example I can think of is the learning of something new. While navigating a new journey, it is very easy to fall into a state of critical self-evaluation. Why am I not picking this up as quickly as I would like? Am I doing well enough? The inner critic is a party pooper.
Looking within, then, is an act of gentleness. Critical self-evaluation pushes us further away from our best nature and if only we looked at our actions with compassion, the undertaking of something new would be less daunting.
A certain degree of awareness is necessary for introspection to occur. With the advent of technology there is simply too much each day that distracts us from the present and it takes mental strength to rise above the noise. It is not impossible though so breathe and keep doing. Mindfulness will start taking root when you least expect it.
Then most importantly: give it time. There is no need for rushing as you give yourself the space to emerge into a state of reflection.
“I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.”
— Beau Taplin
“But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)
15 years on Tumblr? Oh wow.