Thursday, February 18, 2016


Chu Teh-Chun
porcelain, hand painted by the artist with gold highlights, unique14 x 11 x 11 inches

Chu Teh-Chun
porcelain, hand painted by the artist with gold highlights, unique14 x 11 x 11 inches

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Love this article-
'We are a constant process, an event, we’re change.
Our life is the house, the rest are just projections, shadows of the greater structure: even our deepest thoughts, beliefs, you, me and everything and everyone we’ve ever known, are subject to interpretation. All our constructions of reality, all the words and ideas we use to understand the world are fragile and temporary, they are a medium, they’re not the end, but just another way to understand the journey of Us.

"I don’t get this dramatic species, Rango,” says a green-skinned, 2.5 meter tall, half-lizard, half-nymph, flying-lady with robot voice and snake orange eyes. 
“They go to the bloodiest ends to come up with the most elaborate answers about life, 
yet they forgot the most basic, liberating act their 5-year olds still practice: 
the simple art of asking. 
The wonder, Rango, they have lost the wonder. 
They love to talk about life, as if this could somehow excuse them from living it.”

via tumblr

Monday, January 25, 2016

Human beings love the daytime because they love light; it’s where they flourish. 
Some say they prefer the night, but not most. 
Because night is when we let our guard down and are most vulnerable to the disturbing things—like doubt, sorrow, or regret. 
People *bruise* more easily at night.
During the day we’re busy with our lives 
and have little time to let our minds drift, 
wonder, or worry. 


photo via tumblr

Sunday, January 24, 2016

When they lay down together, she gently rested her head against his bare stomach. 
After some time had passed in silence she said, “There’s a lot of sadness in here.” Frowning, taken completely offguard by the remark, 
he looked down the length of his chest at her, 
not really sure that he had heard her correctly. 
“What do you mean?” 
Instead of answering, she slid her large hand slowly back and forth 
over the warm skin of his stomach. 
The gesture said “Yes, in here. You heard me.



Friday, January 22, 2016

 Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, 
and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, 
and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…
and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, 
it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, 
every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, 
and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. 
I will keep it safe. 


painting Amy Judd

Saturday, January 16, 2016

 I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, 
truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. 
A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, 
and they glimpse the truth within you. 
In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. 
Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. 
After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, 
no matter how hard you try. 


Friday, January 8, 2016

There is nothing softer than your heart.

more than moderation

You keep telling me about moderation. That a little is enough. 
But sometimes for some of us, a little is not enough. 
Because, when it comes to something like wild walks or vulnerability or truth or heart - racing conversation or ecstatic contemplation or mind bending intimacy 
or all that catapults us into the flow, form and timelessness of our own aliveness, 
I am telling you that we deserve more than moderation.

Victoria Erickson

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, 
great memory….everything is forgotten, even a great love. 
That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. 
There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That’s why it’s good to have had love in your life after all, 
to have had an unhappy passion- 
it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death 

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Fall in love, get heart broken, and don’t get over them, 
not until you’ve created art that lives on longer than the love you had

Scott McGoldrick

Yoshihiro Tatsuki, Untitled - 1970s - 1980s

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