Fosco Maraini, Fisherman with Nets on the Sea of Japan, 1953
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida
A full color photo of Black Sand Beach in Iceland
Edvard Munch, Lovers in the Waves, 1896
“Teacup in Chains” by glenmartintaylor
Item: well obviously something bad happens if someone was to drink out of this cup…but what???
the way ivan aivazovsky looks at the sea…i think…i think that’s what love looks like.
love is surrounding yourself with people who see you this clearly
Still the freakiest fact about him is that despite being as tall as a person or more, he banged out these beauties in a day or two at most (and smaller ones ina matter of hours). The longest he spent on a painting, at age 81, to make his largest ever painting, was TEN DAYS:
It is 2.9×4.3 meters large. That’s 9'4"×14'1" for people in other measurement systems. It’s HUGE. There are artists out there that spend years on paintings much smaller than this. He was not one of them.
He also didn’t only paint the sea, but he MOSTLY painted the sea. Very few people could draw light filtering through waves the way this guy did and apparently it was tied into his layering technique that allowed him to paint so goddamn fast.
He is obviously my most favorite painter ever.
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“…I’m fed up with myself—with my difficulty in expressing myself in words about anything. I’m imprisoned in myself—even symbolically.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from Wartime Writings 1939-1944
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, “Extracting the Stone of Madness”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
Ex-Stasis, designed by Xóchitl González Quintanilla for Tania Pérez-Salas Compañía de Danza (2010)
“I want to see you by the refracted lights as well as by the direct ones,—”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (b. 6 March 1806), in her letter to Robert Browning dated 1 May 1845, from The Love Letters of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning
sunset through my curtains 35mm
Childhood dotted with bodies.
Let them go, let them be ghosts.
No, I said, make them stay, make them stone.
—Gregory Orr, “Origin of the Marble Forest,” in City of Salt
“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be, a silence like the magical cottage in the forest that lost children find in fairy tales.”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting The Stone Of Madness in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems” (via adrasteiax)
“I am the one writing what I am writing. God is the world. Truth is always an interior and inexplicable contact. My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and there is not a single word that defines it. My heart has emptied itself of every desire and been reduced to its own final or primary beat.”
— Clarice Lispector, Hour of the Star (via objetpetita)
“I love, I love, she cries into the gust.”
— Jilline Ringle, from letter to Dawn Potter, The Conversation (Autumn House Press, 2014)
Rashida James-Saadiya /Shukr bil-Lisan/ (Thankfulness of the tongue)