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[artist-modigliani]

Seated nude, Amedeo Modigliani

Medium: oil,canvas

[cruzvaldezphoto]

Eniola photographed by Cruz Valdez styled by Marcus Cuffie

[bookoffixedstars]

Kordian by Juliusz Słowacki - actors in the role of devils - directed by Erwin Axer with the collaboration of Jerzy Kreczmar. Set design by Władysław Daszewski - National Theatre, Warsaw (1956).

[leflambeur]

By Jeremy Everett for New York Times Magazine

[leflambeur]

By Emilio Tini for Borsalino 

[leflambeur]

By Herb Ritts

[leflambeur]

By Yoo Young Kyu for Avenuel Magazine

[oblivion-soave]

I am fascinated by the idea that our civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.

Werner Herzog (via oblivion-soave)

[derekjarman]

Medea (Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1969)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

He awoke with her touching him, and thought this must be how the wall feels in morning light.

Greg Sellers, journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 13 May 2018 (via memoryslandscape)

[soracities]

“It was not the dream; it was what he thought about the dream that mattered; standing, watching it unroll itself again like a piece of yellow, nearly transparent tape sliding gently from its silent, splitting reel. He lay in the moon of the sunroom, all night, twisting again, guilty, nearly waking hearing the upstanding willows, black and sweet, sweep up the sides of the blowing hill forever. It was a dream, a thing without words describing itself, speaking with pictures, knowledge, feeling, a soft, coherent thing, a dream that really happened,”

— ​​Dow Mossman, from The Stones of Summer (Barnes & Noble Books, 2003)

[artist-modigliani]

Bearded Man, Amedeo Modigliani

Medium: ink,paper

[tomakeyounervous]

Derek Jarman

[22ackermann]

BLEU…………No.1

[iburythosecockroaches]

[minor-arcana]

Otagaki Rengetsu and Issō  (potter’s seal) ‘Night storm’ tea bowl [chawan] 19th century glazed stoneware, incised calligraphy 7.0 x 11.6 cm Private collection, St Louis

Night storm – its ravages extinguishing into snow. On waking, I light kindling at Shigaraki village.

(trans. Sayumi Takahashi)

[lalondejackson-deactivated20210]

Kalliopi Lemos

[karborn-deactivated20191114]

the ideas we had before we knew what an idea was… the face I had before the world was made. the meaning behind unlikely dreams and disassociated memories. impossible perspectives that come from seemingly nowhere… all wild, improbable and brilliant imaginings that terrify and excite our spirit. thats what I want.

karborn (via karborn)