Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark … Continue reading Sunset
Receiving light especially in the sense of art whose fancy would trouble minds with the natural instinct of reverie, psychology of fragrances and sweet-bitter fruit of asceticism refashioning stereotyped habits upon a world anew Artwork Annie Heisey - Lift More info here and artist statement here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR-yCbOiK6g Artwork Reisha Perlmutter - Reverie More info here and here.
Sincere independence as a profound quality, sought unconsciously, slipping warmly into attention under vital light Artwork You Si - Under the Sun More info here.
A raindrop. The first spring flower. A stolen kiss. The inspiring message you wrote to yourself three years ago. Five am sunrise. Lemonade in a summer afternoon. Steps taken into a meadow. The shy smile after you’ve just cried. Saying sorry after you’ve mistaken. Learning better. The hug you give to an unknown woman who’s … Continue reading Who are you?
Occidental glow - or better universal tone - filling day-time with metaphysical poetry dismissing impalpable regrets - meant to drain life out - turning key points into truthfulness Artwork Marc Horowitz - “What do you all want from me, may I ask?” More info here.
Seeking, bending, twisting subjects in one's mind overtaken by sensitivity engaged like a private sun in one's soul mothering rhythmic vibes Artwork Annette Turrillo - Carmesi More here and here.
Today I found the earrings you once gifted me. Their elegant stones capture light with the same gentleness. I haven’t worn them, I have to confess. I was afraid of spoiling them, I guess… All these years I had them right beside me, without even touching or seeing them. I kept them hidden, in … Continue reading Illuminated visual experience
by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the … Continue reading She walks in Beauty