the need to open up

All the films I make are about the need to open up. About the need to communicate on another level, rather than just talking about the quality of wine, car prices, etc. You have to break through the barrier of shame, and the feeling that you mustn’t be weak. That’s what I think.

by Krzysztof Kieślowski

update

finalmente terminei o desenho cujo WIP tinha partilhado aqui.


available as an art print at society6

Feel for all you're worth

Feel, feel, I say--feel for all you're worth, even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live, especially to live at this terrible pressure, and the only way to honour and celebrate these admirable beings who are our pride and our inspiration.


carta de Henry James a Clare Sheridan

Encounters

o David Lynch e a Patti Smith à conversa.
fiquei encantada com estes dois.

Notes on Dowsing

by Logan White

Snapshot in LA

Would I be happy if I discovered that I could go to heaven forever?

And the answer is no. Consider this argument. Think about what is forever. And think about the fact that the human mind, the entire human being, is built to last a certain period of time. Our programmed hormonal systems, the way we learn, the way we settle upon beliefs, and the way we love are all temporary. Because we go through a life's cycle. Now, if we were to be plucked out at the age of 12 or 56 or whenever, and taken up and told, "Now you will continue your existence as you are. We're not going to blot out your memories. We're not going to diminish your desires." You will exist in a state of bliss - whatever that is - forever. And those who didn't make it are going to be consigned to darkness or hell. Now think, a trillion times a trillion years. Enough time for universes like this one to be born, explode, form countless star systems and planets, then fade away to entropy. You will sit there watching this happen millions and millions of times and that will be just the beginning of the eternity that you've been consigned to bliss in this existence.



Edward O. Wilson

Underbart

Blow up the bridge and into the moment
Hop the house and into the blue
Lift to the end
You’re lifting your soul
For a few seconds
Be someone new
Blow up the bridge and into the mornin’
Mornin’, mornin’, mornin’, mornin’, mornin’

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by Aëla Labbé

what else is there to do?

Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?


Pablo Neruda

just tired.

You are tired,
(I think)
And so am I.
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I. Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)



you are tired (i think), E. E. Cummings

WIP

during the process of drawing I like to take prints to look at the progress I made
it helps me keep motivated (and realize how disorganized I am)

what I accomplished this afternoon: