tombe d'eau

Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly..

[oncanvas]

Het bos in de winder (Forest in the Winter), Valerius de Saedeleer, 1925

Oil on canvas 67 ¼ x 75 ½ in. (171 x 191.6 cm)

[paintingispoetry]

James Sant, "Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle", ca. 1850

[branchflowerphoto]

corellas by the lake

[abnormes]

Death and the maiden, George Clark Stanton (1832-1894)

[ed13d1]

you found me

[the-evil-clergyman]

Ophelia by Henri Lehmann (1847)

[psikonauti]

Annie Swynnerton (British,1844-1933)

Glow Worm, 1900

Oil on canvas

[vtasdora]

The lovers - Jakub Schikaneder

[nadjasveir]

Nastya, 2024

[milksockets]

'scene from "the rite of spring," performed by the royal winnipeg ballet' in phaidon book of the ballet (1979)

[rocy5]

[silenceformysoul]

Antonio Ciseri (1821-1891) - Maddalena, c. 1870

[tombe-d-eau]

“Your Body is a Story" Your body is a story that's been being written since birth. Every time you were held or neglected. Every time you shed tears of helplessness and pain. Every laugh that's bubbled out of you. From the kale you ate to the french fries you devoured. Every drug you've taken for pleasure or to avoid pain. Every drink in celebration or every drink to forget. From the first steps you took, to the one that brought you here. These combine to tell the story that is your body. Every hug you've had. All the love you've expressed to yourself and others. Every mean word, every moment of hate, anger, fear, and trauma. Every life you've carried, lost or never had. From every punch you gave to every punch you took. Every part that got broken and healed and the parts that got lost due to injury or illness. This is the landscape of your body. Every loving, healthy thing you've done for and to your body and every unloving thing you've done to your body is there. It's right there in the mirror and has endlessly been carrying your soul. Your skin, hair, bones, tissues, muscles, folds, wrinkles, supple curves, scars, and hard lines is a topographical map of your life. Where your body is right now is the story of you. These chapters have been written and been read. You can't delete or erase them and why would you want to? Also, why would you want to write these same pages again? Your body is where it is at this moment. Trying to repeat the same chapters about a time when you thought the story was better is pointless and boring. Your body is an organic expression of nature, the Divine, and your life. The gigantic Oak never wishes it was a sapling or an acorn again. It lost a limb in a lighting strike and yet it doesn't strive to replace that limb, nor does it mourn the loss of it. It just keeps growing in love and reaching for the light. Your body is a story in progress and it won't ever be finished until the end of your days. So let it be. Let it tell its story. Let it shift and change. Love and accept that it will continue to do so in such a beautiful way. Love the story that your body is writing. © emmi morley

[tombe-d-eau]

Hokusai Says by Roger Keyes

Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get more who you really are. He says get stuck, accept it, repeat yourself as long as it is interesting. He says keep doing what you love. He says keep praying. He says every one of us is a child, every one of us is ancient every one of us has a body. He says every one of us is frightened. He says every one of us has to find a way to live with fear. He says everything is alive -- shells, buildings, people, fish, mountains, trees, wood is alive. Water is alive. Everything has its own life. Everything lives inside us. He says live with the world inside you. He says it doesn't matter if you draw, or write books. It doesn't matter if you saw wood, or catch fish. It doesn't matter if you sit at home and stare at the ants on your veranda or the shadows of the trees and grasses in your garden. It matters that you care. It matters that you feel. It matters that you notice. It matters that life lives through you. Contentment is life living through you. Joy is life living through you. Satisfaction and strength is life living through you. He says don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Love, feel, let life take you by the hand. Let life live through you.

[tombe-d-eau]

Zdzislaw Beksinski

[dappledwithshadow]

Moonlight, Church’s Farm ~ Frederic Edwin Church, 1865.

[idavidbeattie]

Postcard from the Dark…….

Photograph and Image ©David Beattie 2017……