"You are like the tree- Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
lies not in the length
of its branches,
but in all the birds who
trust those branches
to build their homes."
Rick Copsey - Paintscapes (2012)
"The Paintscapes series presents photographs of wet paint that seem to circumvent the inherent ‘truth’ of the camera as the apparent verisimilitude of each image renders problematic what constitutes reality.
As illusions, the Paintscapes works mirror Kant’s idea of the sublime in nature as ‘formless and shapeless’ such as the ocean or the sky; as such, they associate the viscous flows of paint with the amorphousness of the sea.
The allusion to the Kantian sublime is a Postmodernist attack on Modernism’s exaltation of pictorial form as finite; instead, the sublime can be infinite as well as formless. As works that manifest the sublime, their condition as a hyperreality presents what appear to be representations of various sea scenes as images without referents where reality and illusion are brought into question.”
I haven’t been on Tumblr in 2-ish months. Thanks, no computer.
Now the computer is fixed. And to Tumblr I return.
And the birds sing do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do do.
"Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto."-
I’m just gonna say it. I love this guy.
"Before you touched me,- Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)
I was a cage full of
My mother used to say,
‘be wary of wolves,
they can smell
the beds of lambs
from miles away.’
so every night
I would sleep naked
and wake up smelling of the moon,
for my mother never knew,
that it is not the wolf
who sleeps with the lamb,
it is the lamb who must first learn
how to run with the wolves.
What I’m trying to say is,
I always wondered
what hell would feel like.
I just never imagined
that I would love it
so goddamn much."
My favorite RW film memory.
tumblr trying to tell me i wasn't following you?? how is this possible
i saw that and was like wuut
My reaction to Jessie J’s acoustic take on Bang Bang…