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a conversation with ‘drawing’
me: hi
drawing: hello there
[pause]
drawing: you don’t seem ok, are you keeping well.
me: not at the moment no, sorry it’s been a while but I really need you right now.
drawing: no need to apologise, I’m always here if you need me.
me: I’ve hardly paid you attention but you’re all I have now.
drawing: never you mind, I wasn’t going anywhere. i’ll always be here.
me: it’s nice to see you again you know.
drawing: the pleasure is all mine.
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
—Franz Kafka (via oceanofmind)
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When Robert and Patti were young and poor, only one of them could afford to go into a gallery at a time. The other waited outside, waiting to hear about it. He waited for me, and as we headed towards the subway he said, “One day we’ll go in together and the work will be ours.
sanna dyker: everything
There is a great deal to enjoy. This, i could not see before. There is a great deal to see. A great deal to taste. To smell. To indulge in. To gaze at. To feel. To breathe in. Everything is vibrant and exciting to my eyes now. Everything is some sort of small miracle and i look to those around me,…
sanna dyker: when the mountains fell
I’ll never forgot the day that i drove with my family through the mountains in my dreams, the same mountains i had driven through before in previous dreams, but this time they were different. I know them well. The road twists through them and leads down to a deep valley. There is a car park with a…
The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It is the artist’s responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labour of creation.
“Lunai” - Thienbao
This was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing, and even love the person she was trapped with. And i told myself this story until it became true. Now, did doing this help me escape a wasted life? Or did it blind me so I didn’t want to escape it? I don’t know, but either way I was the one telling my own story…
—Penelope Stamp, The Brothers Bloom (via withluv-sweetest)
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today i finished slaughterhouse-five. by ambird on Flickr.
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