February 2012
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And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things - those Strange eyes of his - what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?
―Anna Akhmatova
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“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via neverneverland)
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“Les erreurs ont presque toujours un caractère sacré. N’essaye jamais de...”
– Salvador Dali
January 2012
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Warm rain falling from the mountainous clouds. Walking slowly dressed in crimson thinking of kyoto. Kissed by a lover in the Matsuo Tiasha garden. Quiet water and loud water. Love in the afternoon in imitation of history. Love before and love after.
- from Peter Greenaway’s film ‘The Pillow Book”
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“Ce bain violent de soleil et de vent épuisant toutes mes forces de vie. A peine...”
– Albert Camus
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The image…becomes, as it were, the soul’s plastic embodiment
~Oskar Kokoshka~
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therapyinminneapolis asked: I just discovered your blog. I am a non-artist who loves to look through the eyes of those who know and love art. Your blog is fantastic. Thank you.
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“Comme le galet venu par les marées, j’étais poli par le vent, usé...”
– Albert Camus “Djémila”
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