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

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