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September 18, 2014 at 6:53 PM

exasperated-viewer-on-air:

Phillip Allen - Tonic for Choice (Biennale Version), 2014
oil on board
72 x 72 in. (183 x 183 cm) 

exasperated-viewer-on-air:

Phillip Allen - Tonic for Choice (Biennale Version), 2014

oil on board

72 x 72 in. (183 x 183 cm) 

September 13, 2014 at 9:52 AM

(Source: smashingparty, via artspotting)

Artist: Nazif Celaj

Title: Jetimi Me Fat të Zes

Album: Polyphonies de Lapardha

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September 13, 2014 at 9:50 AM

magictransistor:

Kasuga Shika Mandara. Deer Mandala. Kamakura Period, Japan. 1300s.

magictransistor:

Kasuga Shika Mandara. Deer Mandala. Kamakura Period, Japan. 1300s.

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Photoset

September 13, 2014 at 9:44 AM

cavetocanvas:

Giuseppe Penone,TRA…, 2008 

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September 13, 2014 at 9:43 AM

iamjapanese:

Sarah HOROWITZ(American)
Magnolia soulangiana

iamjapanese:

Sarah HOROWITZ(American)

Magnolia soulangiana

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September 13, 2014 at 9:42 AM

wordfailure:

Fritz Winter

wordfailure:

Fritz Winter

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September 7, 2014 at 11:17 PM

however hard I think
still its the same
walking on fallen leaves

— Santoka (via yama-bato)

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September 7, 2014 at 10:58 PM

senses-working-overtime:

Samuel Bak

senses-working-overtime:

Samuel Bak

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August 30, 2014 at 9:10 AM


pronunciation | nats-ka-‘shE (nahtzkah-SHEE)Japanese | 懐かしいtip | The final pronunciation doesn’t really have an “oo” sound in it.

pronunciation | nats-ka-‘shE (nahtzkah-SHEE)
Japanese | 懐かしい
tip | The final pronunciation doesn’t really have an “oo” sound in it.

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August 24, 2014 at 10:16 AM

artemisdreaming:

He who becomes the slave of habit,who follows the same routes every day,who never changes pace,who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,who does not speak and does not experience,dies slowly.He or she who shuns passion,who prefers black on white,dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,that turn a yawn into a smile,that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,dies slowly.He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,who is unhappy at work,who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,to thus follow a dream,those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,die slowly.He who does not travel, who does not read,who does not listen to music,who does not find grace in himself,she who does not find grace in herself,dies slowly.He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,who does not allow himself to be helped,who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,dies slowly.He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,die slowly.Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.Only a burning patience will leadto the attainment of a splendid happiness.

~Pablo Neruda
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artemisdreaming:

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.


~Pablo Neruda

   Image via:  joserevuelas.wordpress