The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.Anna Akhmatova
|| [because i thought it was ill] by Kaga
A few new paintings.
‘Blue Nude II’
Gouache on paper
Watercolour and ink
This never gets old.
Adventures of Odysseus and the tale of Troy, 1918
Illustrated by Willy Pogany
Dante and Virgile in Hell, detail (1850)
Wooden. Rugs. Rolls those two words around in your mind hole for a minute or two. German artist Elisa Strozyk has created three variations of these delightful coverings. Strozyk dyes and connects row upon row of triangular pieces as she pulls together the end result of a colored wooden rug, which is so flexible that you can literally crumple it up and toss it into a corner. (via Design Milk)
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.C. G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1990s