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As Catedrais, (Playa de las Catedrales) one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, known as beach Augasantas in the area. Galicia, Spain.
Helen Frankenthaler, Deep Sun
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from neuroaesthetics: why the brain loves pretty things
jennifer cantwell, 2011
“the recording is of a blackbird in my garden in the north of scotland. the idea of the piece is that it's a letter home from a migrated bird, telling the family of its new life and making the connection between the migrant and the homeland.” - jennifer cantwell
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Kiyoshi Yamashita, Nagaoka fireworks display
Nicknamed “The Naked General”, Yamashita used the chigiri-e method of sticking torn pieces of colored paper together to depict the scenery he saw on his travels.
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 “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories
Kawai Gyokudō (1873 - 1957), Landscape.
rothko: no.4, no.6, no.8. 1964
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Anaïs Nin, House of Incest
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Prayer
by Ellen Bass
Once I wore a dress liquid as vodka. My lover watched me ascend from the subway like I was an underground spring breaking through. I want to stop wanting to be wanted like that. I'm tired of the song the rain sings in June, the earth, her ornate crown of trees spiking up from her loamy head. There are things I wanted, like everyone. But to this angel of wishes I've worshiped so long, I ask now to admit the world as it is.
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