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Illustrations by Kraken / TumblrStore

Limited edition silk screen prints. Part of the Smithe, Kraken & Seher art show, “Optometría del Ser (Optometry of Being)”, opening August 15th, 2014, at the Cotton Candy Machine

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jedavu:

Drawings by artist Katie Rose Pipkin

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aseaofquotes:

Douglas Coupland, Life After God

"The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves."

Alan Watts  (via r-snow)

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pixography:

Charlie Terrell

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"Here with a quick movement of her scissors she snipped the spray of traveller’s-joy and it fell to the ground. As it fell, surely light came in too, surely one could penetrate a little farther into her being. Her mind then was filled with tenderness and regret… To cut an over-grown branch saddened her because it had once lived, and life was dear to her. Yes, and at the same time the fall of the branch would suggest to her how she must die herself and all the futility and evanescence of things. And then again quickly catching this thought up, with her instant good sense, she thought life had treated her well; even if fall she must, it was to lie on the earth and moulder sweetly into the roots of violets."

Virginia Woolf — from “The Lady in the Looking-Glass” (via slothnorentropy)

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And so, the thought of love would be all ambered over with snow and winter; with log fires burning; with Russian women, gold swords and the bark of stags; with old King James’ slobbering and fireworks and sacks of treasure in the holds of Elizabethan sailing ships. Every single thing, once he tried to dislodge it from its place in his mind, he found thus cumbered with other matter like the lump of glass which, after a year at the bottom of the sea, is grown about with bones and dragon-flies, and coins and the tresses of drowned women.

"Another metaphor, by Jupiter!" he would exclaim as he said this (which will show the disorderly and circuitous way in which his mind worked and explain why the oak tree flowered and faded so often before he came to any conclusion about Love). "And what’s the point of it?" he would ask himself. "Why not say simply in so many words——" and then he would try to think for half an hour—or was it two years and a half?—how to say simply in so many words what love is. "A figure like that is manifestly untruthful," he argued, "for no dragon-fly, unless under very exceptional circumstances, could live at the bottom of the sea. And if literature is not the Bride and Bedfellow of Truth, what is she? Confound it all," he cried, "why say Bedfellow when one’s already said Bride? Why not simply say what one means and leave it?"

So then he tried saying the grass is green and the sky is blue and so to propitiate the austere spirit of poetry whom still, though at a great distance, he could not help reverencing. “The sky is blue,” he said, “the grass is green.” Looking up, he saw that, on the contrary, the sky is like the veils which a thousand Madonnas have let fall from their hair; and the grass fleets and darkens like a flight of girls fleeing the embraces of hairy satyrs from enchanted woods. “Upon my word,” he said (for he had fallen into the bad habit of speaking aloud), “I don’t see that one’s more true than another. Both are utterly false.” And he despaired of being able to solve the problem of what poetry is and what truth is and fell into a deep dejection.

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Virginia Woolf — from Orlando (via slothnorentropy)

likeafieldmouse:

Joschi Herczeg and Daniele Kaehr - Explosions, 2010 - custom-built detonator connected to cameras and synchronized to photograph at the moment of explosion

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Artist:

Januz Miralles

"Untitled"

2014

"Untitled"

2014

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dbh:

Dragon Riders unite under their new emblem! (x)

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