“Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.”

— Vincent van Gogh

Masao Yamamoto - Nakazora #1139 (2002)

Dolce and gabbana fall 2012

smoooothbrain

do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light

riverdoge

#the universe is a fractal endlessly echoing itself in all directions

noctunotes

As above so below

Paul Coze - Lurblåserska i Dalarna, c.1935

 Aphrodite - Greece - 3rd Century BCE

Gregor Erhart | La Belle Allemande, 1515-1520

Hermès “Amazone” Perfume Ad (1977)

Philip Richard Morris - Dream (detail)

Camposanto Monumentale, Piazza del Duomo, Pisa, Italy

Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the insatiable desire to learn. To know astronomy and geography and language and architecture; to recognize each constellation, planet, and star; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin text; to grow my understanding of how the human body works; study the differences and similarities of each religion; recognize the use for each herb and seed and sapling.

I want to better myself, not for fame or recognition or power. I just want to understand. 

“a patch of sky approximately the size of a grain of sand held at arm’s length by someone on the ground”, Webb’s first image

Byzantine teardrop pendant of blue glass in a gold bezel, dated to the 5th to 8th centuries CE. The gold chain is likely modern. Source: Timeline Auctions.

Nelson Leirner - Santa Ceia: A Reprodução das Flores, 1990

All days have to end, even the longest ones. The solstice is the beginning and the end smushed together, like all beginnings and endings are I guess, all siblings born from the same wounds. It’s a nice but sad feeling, enjoying something good but knowing it can’t last forever—in fact we’re already closer to the end than we think we are, so we have to make the most of it. Just like everyone was last night, basking in the afterglow of the longest sunset of the year ☀️ [full video]

“Puddle”
woodcut, 24 cm × 31.9 cm
M.C. Escher, 1952

Mus��e Jacquemart-Andr��, Paris, France | Anne Orion