"such a reflection of the city as a solid real place of carved stone"
From Option Click
4:28 pm • 28 December 2010
"so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache."
Pablo Neruda - “Evening” [Sonnet LXV] - From 100 Love Sonnets
(Translated by Stephen Tapscott)
2:28 pm • 28 December 2010
"I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
12:31 pm • 28 December 2010
Playing With My Own Shadow
Acrylic on panel, 2008
1:28 am • 28 December 2010
"I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight,
What may not bless my waking eyes."
— Anne Brontë, “Night”
11:55 pm • 27 December 2010
"Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated."
— Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience”
11:53 pm • 27 December 2010
"…If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be."
— Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth
11:45 pm • 27 December 2010
France, circa 1930
From The Face in the Lens: Anonymous Photographs
By Robert Flynn Johnson
11:41 pm • 27 December 2010