Kate Lewis - Endless Possibilities
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Kate Lewis - Endless Possibilities
A Misty November Day in Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, 1950s
Ben Ledi: Late Autumn
David Young Cameron
National Galleries Scotland: Source
Lake Gosau, Austria *by eberhard
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Particolare della biblioteca di Umberto Eco, a Bologna
The Caryatids, Erechtheion, Acropolis, Athens.
Culzean Castle, Scotland (by David Nicholls)
“…one day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.”
— Clarice Lispector, from the Complete Stories; “Gertrudes Asks for Advice”
“And of those two ways of living–living in the moment and living outside it–which was more real?” (Outline by Rachel Cusk)
William Blake
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Egon Schiele – Seated Woman, 1918
“What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. ”
- Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
Edward Hopper.
Rue de Paris 1907