Saturday, September 29, 2012


Astazi este ziua Parintelui Arsenie Boca

'Talanţii (talentele) - sunt înzestrările acestei colaborări ale lui Dumnezeu cu omul.

Lucrând în sensul înzestrărilor, lucrezi în sensul destinului tău. 


Omul e neliniştit câtă vreme nu ştie ce vrea Dumnezeu cu 
el, ce vrea Dumnezeu de la el.

Pribegim mulţi ani în viaţă fără a ne lămuri un rost în lume. 

Unii pribegesc fără rost, fără ţintă. 

Alţii îl caută toată viaţa fără să-l găsească sau fără să ştie că l-au găsit.

Înţeleg prin destin rosturile pe care le-a as­cuns Dumnezeu în viaţa fiecărui om şi pe care 

omul trebuie să le desfăşoare la rându-i între oa­meni, 

în fiecare ins e sădită o intenţie a lui Dum­nezeu, care prin om trebuie să devină creaţie.'




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Don't die a copy.


I actually attack the concept of happiness. 

The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do 

is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea 

and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, 

which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying 

“write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, 

and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. 

We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish.

Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, 

disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. 

Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, 

but they don’t teach us much. 

Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain 

they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” 

I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” 

and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. 

Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” 

and if you’re having a bad day, it is.


 Hugh Mackay

by billy kid


Grant yourself a moment of peace, and you will understand 

how foolishly you have scurried about. 

Learn to be silent, and you will notice that you have talked too much. 

Be kind, and you will realize that your judgment of others was too severe. 

Hasten slowly, and you will soon arrive.


Ancient Chinese proverb

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Friday, September 28, 2012


There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. 
But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.
                                                                       Anaïs Nin
mood board made by me
sources: agirlsrighttodream tumbr photography



I think… if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.

 Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

ballerina by cecil beaton


Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, 

and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak…surrender to them. 

Don’t ask first whether it’s permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. 

You will ruin yourself if you do that.

 Hermann Hesse 

shiu- moving towards the light

Thursday, September 27, 2012

I love this

accacia flower

Your attitude is like a box of crayons that color your world. 
Constantly color your picture gray, and your picture will always be bleak. 
Try adding some bright colors to the picture by including humor, 
and your picture begins to lighten up. 
Allen Klein 

collage made by me
sources: via birdcagewalk tumblr, and via bluedreamsrevisited tumblr

jack kerouac


Be careful not to hurt people, they can begin to love you less. 
The pain you cause can chisel their hearts, until there's nothing left.
                                                                     
                                                                  Brigitte Nicole 

via thehavingsurface tumblr

“I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.”

 Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky”

woman on bondi beach

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

love Yuna
-I'm just a girl fighting her own tides-

as artists, we have to think, feel and act outside the 'academic box'. 
It is not as important to draw academically correct
 but to convey your message and your feelings to others. 
As Mark Rothko stated 'It is a widely accepted notion among painters that it does not matter what one paints as long as it is well painted. 
This is the essence of academicism... '

fragment from personal work

Fall's mood board

mood board made by me
sources: 1.julia loken -flower-watercolor on paper 2.pep ventosa-in the round-digital trees
3.via wishfulthinking tumblr  4.andrew harlow-window raining 5.etsy  6-7-8.via wishfulthinking tumblr

Your body needs to be held and to hold, to be touched and to touch. 
None of these needs is to be despised, denied, or repressed. 
But you have to keep searching for your body’s deeper need, the need for genuine love. Every time you are able to go beyond the body’s superficial desires for love, 
you are bringing your body home and moving toward integration and unity.

HENRI NOUWEN

vogue paris sept.2012- kate moss


'I fall in love with people’s passion. 

The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love 

and the way they fill with light.'

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

when the night comes... I hide in your world and keep your dreams awake

via creativecelebrations

I love september ....

by alekja



The purest and most thoughtful minds are

those which love color the most.

John Ruskin

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you are terrifying and strange and beautiful.

something not everyone knows how to love.

warsan shire 

Hannelore Knuts wearing Alexander McQueen 


Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

 Anna Kamienska, from “A Nest of Quiet,”

Monday, September 24, 2012


Such a moment has a peculiar character. 
It is brief and temporal indeed, like every moment; 
it is transient as all moments are; it is past, like every moment in the next moment. 
And yet it is decisive, and filled with the eternal. 
Such a moment ought to have a distinctive name; 
let us call it the Fullness of Time.
  
Zadie Smith, NW

near Mont Saint Michel, France via tumblr



inspiration through tradition...


collage made by me, sources: tumblr


The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.

Edward Thomas




 I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, 

and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, 

without knowing what’s going to happen next. 

Delicious Ambiguity.


Gilda Radner


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Saturday, September 22, 2012


The power of freedom...
I always believed that every person should be free to manifest itself as it fits him best, 
and I think that it is wrong to compel people by any mental or physical power.
If coercing somebody by physical force to do things for you translates into slavery, 
compelling them by mental means reaches the same effect.
If taking things from other people by force is robbery,
 then taking things by mental force is robbery also.
Nobody has the right to use their will power upon another person.

This is the essence of Freedom and Love.


I hear the Silence...
The evening sets in...

photography by Cornel Pufan


Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, 

so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, 

with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

 Ralph Waldo Emerson  

elena herzog


I think we’re all a little like Alice. 

Every time I leave the comfort of my home I feel like I’m tumbling down a rabbit hole. 

Things I don’t understand pass me by and I can’t stop it. 

I can’t just press pause like when I’m watching the movie, can I? 

We’re all falling down rabbit holes and being thrown into some kooky wonderland

 that makes absolutely no sense. We meet crazy people, we do mad things. 

At the end of it all, we’re just trying to work out who we are and why we’re here. 

Then before you know it, you’ve woken up and you’re in a different world. 

But it’s still as crazy, perhaps even more than the one you were in before. 

We’re all just confused,  and try and help each other 

work out what it all means.

 Valeri Fandangle 



Friday, September 21, 2012


'Iubeste-ma asa cum esti tu. Da-Mi inima ta! . 
Daca o sa astepti ca sa devii un inger ca sa Mi te daruiesti, 
atunci n-ai sa Ma iubesti niciodata.'

It's International Book Week!


raining today...



I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. 

I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. 

I have those things already. 

I want…a steady hand. A kind soul.

 I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. 

I want to love, and be loved.

 Shana Abé 

mood board made by me
sources: 1.tcmo-abstract,untitled  2.magda indigo-flower  3.The White Sky by Stefano Bonazzi 4.via scarflove tumblr

Thursday, September 20, 2012


I love borders. 

Twilight is the border between day and night, 

and the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. 

The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing

 Tove Jansson 

elementa flickr




I must see new things and investigate them. 

I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at mouldy garden fences.

 I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations 

and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, 

to enjoy wet green-blue valleys in the evening, 

to sense goldfish glinting, to see white clouds building up in the sky, 

to speak to flowers. 

I want to look intently at grasses and pink people and old venerable churches, 

to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping 

along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, 

to kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers.

Egon Schiele in a letter to Anton Peschka 


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