September 20th, 2014
This week I’ve been reading a lot and doing little work. That’s the way things ought to be. That’s surely the road to success.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via larmoyante)
explore-blog:

The late and great Pete Seeger on creativity, originality, and why ideas come to us when we stop trying to force them, in a fantastic 1988 interview.

explore-blog:

The late and great Pete Seeger on creativity, originality, and why ideas come to us when we stop trying to force them, in a fantastic 1988 interview.

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September 19th, 2014
At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.
Federico García Lorca (via onlylogan)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via fuck-yeah-existentialism)

It takes a lot to start over again … But you owe it to yourself.

caravaggista:

Peter Paul Rubens, The Entombment (c. 1612), Getty

In The Entombment, Rubens captured the essence of despair felt by Christ’s family and friends as they held Christ’s lifeless body. Mary, Jesus’ mother, looks up to the heavens, her lips blue, her eyes tear-filled. Her intense sense of loss leaps out of the canvas itself and hangs in the air, as if the viewer can feel their own heart ache… Her open mouth suggests the breathlessness of grief. To her right, Mary, the mother of James, cradles Christ’s wounded hand. Her eyes seem to be questioning what she sees and physically feels touching Jesus’ body. Is this happening? Did this happen? Blood from Christ’s wounded side runs down his torso and pools dramatically on his garment. His face… that haunting, wounded, unrecognizable face. The horrific treatment of Christ’s body is encapsulated in his face. His eyes rolled back, mouth bloody and agape, dried blood sticks to his forehead where the crown of thorns rests. His skin is pale, blueish, … cold. Jesus’ mother cradles her son’s head, while Mary Magdalene and John look down to the face of their friend… and their savior. Rubens’ heart-wrenching painting reminds the viewer that the price of salvation is nothing less than the ultimate sacrifice of Christ’s death on the cross, and the ultimate expression of love is this: “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Truly, truly, I say to you, you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice. You will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn into joy. 

dominusvenustas:

A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.
- Leonardo da Vinci
For light is powerful, it sustains us, it gives us life. 

dominusvenustas:

A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.

- Leonardo da Vinci

For light is powerful, it sustains us, it gives us life. 

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Art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.
That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write Fuck you right under your nose.
You thought you had it figured out, and maybe you did, maybe you were happy and feeling alive. Now it’s all gone, and you are left wondering “Why did I go through that?” and it begins to hurt, like a weight on your chest. Just know, that’s how life is sometimes; you have sweet and wonderful moments, moments full of endless possibilities and joy. But then you have moments that are deeply wounding, and you have to teach yourself to keep going. That sometimes you fall, but you will always have the choice to get back up, and love what you have; even if it’s only a heartbeat.