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Captivated by the art + world of Katie Scott. x
WITHOUT IMAGINATION, NOTHING IS DANGEROUS
Georgette Leblanc
Drawings of man's curiosity :: Mapping our Universe. Our quintessential quest to understand the cosmos and our place in it.
{Dream Weaver } -- Lenore Tawney (1907-2007)
Creation is a defiance of ordinary verbal communication. Its origins lie in the ineffable part of one’s own being and are much closer to the silence of the universe, than to its noises and verbalizations. Art is always just beyond language. Each work seems to be called up from a bottomless chaos and despite the magic order it finds in the artist’s creation, retains always the memory of the original chaos to which it is destined to return. The man of deep insight knows that authentic life is not lived arbitrarily but is governed by a secret mesh of invisible images. From Scraps of Memory: Findings from Lenore Tawney’s Notes: Poetry.
WE ARE ENERGY. ENERGY CANNOT BE CREATED OR DESTROYED, IT JUST CHANGES FORM. A CLOUD COULD EASILY BE A WAVE IN THE SAND.
D.L Robinson
I entered the 'extra-celestial' world of Celeste Byers today… you should too!
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{ Wildflowers + Explosion of colour in the Utah Desert } -- The Badlands region in the American West is famous (and infamous) for its arid and unforgiving landscape, which is decorated by sharp and eroded spires of stone. If you catch it at just the right moment and in the right conditions, however, these apparent wastelands can give birth to an extraordinary explosion of colour and life in form of beautiful Wildflowers. Images by Guy Tal
The condition of alienation, of being asleep, of being unconscious, of being out of one’s mind, is the condition of the normal man.
R.D Laing
SINCE A THREE-DIMENSIONAL OBJECT CASTS A TWO-DIMENSIONAL SHADOW, WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO IMAGINE THE UNKNOWN FOUR-DIMENSIONAL OBJECT WHOSE SHADOW WE ARE.
Marcel Duchamp
:: don't over think it ::
WHEN I LET GO OF MYSELF TO IMAGINE, IM ACTUALLY COMING BACK TO MYSELF BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS PROJECTIONS.. FANTASY GIVES US AN ACCESS TO OUR OWN REAL EXPERIENCE.
Violet Oaklander
BANNED TEDX: The Science Delusion - Rupert Sheldrake
“I’m taking the radical view that living organisms are living organisms–not machines. They’re just what most people would think they are . . . I think the whole universe is like an organism. It’s born small in the Big Bang, it’s like the hatching of the cosmic egg and after that it grows and as it grows new forms and structures appear within it, like a developing plant or animals. It’s not like any machine we know.”
IF ONLY THEY KNEW THAT MAGIC WAS CREATED THROUGH THE FORCE OF WILL, NOT BY WISHFUL THINKING. PRIDE WILL WALK THROUGH THE TUNNELS OF SOUL. THIS IS WHERE THE GREAT SEA OF MOUNTAINS STRETCHED OUT TOWARD THE HORIZON. A WHISPER OF WIND TRIED TO STIR ITSELF, THEN GAVE UP AND SETTLES BACK TO EARTH.
Creative Spirit
"There are things that cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to loose their integrity in the frailty of realization. ”
― Bruno Schulz, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass