we ourselves are shadows — Octavio Paz 🥀

Francesco Hayez Mary Magdalene (detail) 1833 oil on canvas

never forget, there's a quiet grace in kindness... the kind that feeds the birds after dark and waters flowers that belong to no one

ghosts are introverts... they've mastered the art of coming and going unseen, of not saying (or kissing) hello or goodbye because they know everyone must leave and none of us want to be left.

Oh je, da braut sich 'was zusammen...

Ivan Aivazovsky (1817-1900) — Ship on Stormy Seas, 1857.

Desenfoque en el tren.

tea cup ballet 1935 photo by olive cotton

maybes, silences and other moments of whiplash reckonings

i never seemed to like the spring for what it was; i always loved it for what it might have been. in the head. in the heart of hearts. - anne sexton

during the rainstorms of April the oyster rises from the sea and opens its shell - rain enters it - when it sinks the raindrops become the pearl. so take a picnic, open your body, and give birth to pearls. anne sexton

Summer memory

kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting- vladimir nabokov, letters to vera

Happy Wrensday #wrensday #birds #ukwildlife

A Winter Wren for #Wrensday #birds

I am alone so I dream of the being who has cured my solitude, who would be cured by solitudes. — Gaston Bachelard The Poetics of Reverie 🥀 photo: Teruhiko Tsuchida

the birds know well the ones who listen without need of words who love without eyes who speak in flowers and dream in silence

two feathers for Grace oil on canvas

Lake of Dreams pencil and pastels

manchmal hilft übrigens gar nix

Everyday is Caturday for me.

Those moody clouds put on a show! 📷🕊️ …

art begins at the soul and ends there too love is the same

Den Tag umblättern

Walter Benjamin: “Just as Proust begins the story with an awakening, so must every presentation of history begin with awakening; in fact, it should treat of nothing else. This one [The Arcades Project], accordingly, deals with awakening from the nineteenth century.”

“There is a not-yet-conscious knowledge of what has been: its advancement has the structure of awakening.” — Benjamin, The Arcades Project

The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is ~Ludwig Wittgenstein

Ivan Aivazovsky (1817-1900) — Stormy Sea, 1844.

As the clouds cultivate their daily rain quota 📷🕊️ …

... 🖤✨️🖤 ...

Calm

death is no end but simply a pause... where dreams and memory close the circle, mark the page, and never forget