Friday, August 31, 2012

Dream on Girl

1.Laurie Kaplowitz-Dragon Veil 2010  2.Luca Lupi photography-Garden, Shanghai   3.tumblr


What should I do about the wild and the tame? 

The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. 

I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close.

 I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. 

I don’t want to tell you where I am. 

I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. 

I want to be with you.

 Jeanette Winterson 


Thursday, August 30, 2012

 Today is about stillness. 
I've come to realize a great thing:
do not try to convert others to your point of view except by holding it and living it accordingly .

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She must find a boat and sail in it. No guarantee of shore. 

Only a conviction that what she wanted could exist, if she dared to find it.

 Jeanette Winterson 

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Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

 Ray Bradbury

The White Sky by Stefano Bonnazi- digital composition printed on photographic fine art paper behind plex

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Maya Angelou Love Liberates....

The Mountain

the great gatsby



This is for all the people I’ll never meet. 
 This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line
on Saturday and the person I might have been
 if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. 
This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn’t been so cold and for the city 
I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins 
and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. 
This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. 
This is for you.


 Camryn Pulaski 

Laurie Kaplowitz- Dragonfly veil

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

missing summer fields already...

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When I look at my life and it’s secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. 
Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. 
You know, Zagreus, I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, 
and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. 
I’m all those things at once.
 I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me.
 Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can’t say it.

ALBERT CAMUS, A HAPPY DEATH

Milan Borovicka, from Women series, 1979

Tradition is alive, just like Art comes from the soul.
an artistic approach to viewing tradition as Art.

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Noi, oamenii,nu apartinem unui singur mod de manifestare, nu suntem doar credinciosi, doar revolutionari, doar familisti, doar carieristi, doar artisti. suntem o lume de posibilitati si emotii, si daca nu vom invata sa ne acceptam toate fatetele noastre, 
nu ne vom putea trai cu adevarat realitatea personala, autenticitatea.
Maria Dermengiu

Creez deci traiesc, arta mea este expresia realitatii mele, felul in care inima imi picteaza viata pe pamant, si in memoria vie a lumii.
Cristina Lazar


'o simbioza artistica intre doua femei ...
undeva, mai profund, sinteti de fapt una singura, un singur suflet luand diverse forme ...'





Imi aminteste de :

Ode to Innocence




Monday, August 27, 2012

Tabarly


But I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things,

 by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose 

— which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell, possibly. 

It doesn’t frighten me


   Richard Feynman 

Cristina Tinta photography

monday morning snack ;)

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Un sfert de viaţă îl pierdem făcând legături. 
Tot felul de legături între idei, între fluturi, între lucruri şi praf. 
Totul curge aşa de repede, şi noi tot mai facem legături între subiect şi predicat. 
Trebuie să-i dăm drum vieţii, aşa cum ne vine exact, 
să nu mai încercăm să facem legături care nu ţin. 
De când spun cuvinte fără şir, simt că-mi recuperez ani frumoşi din viaţă. 

- Recitiri. Iona, de Marin Sorescu.

james green- genesis


Sunday, August 26, 2012

yes, this should work


'How quiet, only gentle susurrus of shadows. I rest my head next to you.'


design, design...


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Our lives are not as limited as we think they are;

the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; 

no institution can be trusted, but love does work; 

all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts 

to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves 

so damn seriously.

 Tom Robbins 

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Saturday, August 25, 2012



I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret.

I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. 

Their virtue is lifeless and of little value.

 Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.

 Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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Love is not something to be obtained from the outside.

 Love is the music of your inner being. 

Love can arise within you, but it cannot be obtained from the outside. 

There is no shop, no market, no salesman from whom you can purchase love. 

Love cannot be purchased, at any price. 

Love is an inner flowering. 

It arises from some dormant energy within, yet all of us search for love on the outside.

 Osho


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Friday, August 24, 2012


if there is a room inside of me
with your name written in it
the language it is written in is a lovely one.

one of figs and birds

and beaches the color of butter.

the walls blue, and at least one of them

made from nothing but windows.

another has shelves of speckled stones

the light pours across the floors

and the trees outside

burn with song.


anis mojgani, untitled



Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else

Tennessee Williams 

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"I believe with all my heart that the cliches are true, 
that we are our own best friends and best company, and that if you’re not right for yourself, 
it’s impossible to be right for anyone."
Rachel Machacek 


Thursday, August 23, 2012



'There is never a wrong path for you. The path you are on is the path you are on. 

There is no right path nor wrong path. If you should have been somewhere else right now,

that is where you would be. 

Things like regret, worry, and imagination about what might have been 

are not only worthless activities but also completely delusional. 

You have no idea what might have been in store for you. None. 

Anything could have happened, from you contracting meningitis and dying at a young age to being the youngest person ever to win the Nobel Peace Prize.

 But all that matters in life is your own awareness. 

And that is always here and always now. 

The only thing you can miss out on is being in the present moment. 

Nothing else matters. 

How to come to terms with your decision and focus on the future instead? 

Come to terms with the Now, with life as it is today. 

Tomorrow grows out of today, the future grows out of the present. 

Know how to plant solid seeds and oversee their growth 

and you will know how to grow an empire.'


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Matthew Cooper

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Balenciaga exhibit- Queen Sofia Spanish Institute


Lily Cole- Chanel H/C Fall 2004

Devon Aoki by Juergen Teller

Tanya Dziahileva by Danil Golovkin, Harper’s Bazaar Russia July 2010

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

creatia este vibratie



Right now, and in every now-moment, you are either closing or opening. 

You are either stressfully waiting for something - more money, security, affection - 

or you are living from your deep heart, opening as the entire moment, 

and giving what you most deeply desire to give, without waiting.

 David Deida

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All the natural movements of the soul are controlled 

by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. 

Grace is the only exception. 

Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, 

and it is grace itself which makes this void. 

The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures 

through which grace might pass.

Simone Weil 

la danseuse by marsilea


Moments, as soon as they are of finite magnitude, cease to be moments. 

To be given finite bounds is in some measure contrary

 to their continuous increase or decrease. 

We are to conceive them as the just nascent principles of finite magnitudes.

 Isaac Newton. Principia, p. 654.

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