Luis Mello (Uruguayan, b. 1954)
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Sphynxe by Joseph Urban (1903)
my queen
moomin summer
Jean-Baptiste Mondino, Rooney Mara, W Magazine, 2011
Jean Béraud - In the Studio (1880)
ethel cain photographed by me at the roundhouse 🤍
Jawad Saleem - Haider Khana Mosque (1950s)
Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel
[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]
I like this one a lot.
“Life, death, preservation, loss, failure, success, poverty, riches, worthiness, unworthiness, slander, fame, hunger, thirst, cold, heat — these are the alternations of the world, the workings of fate. Day and night they change place before us, and wisdom cannot spy out their source. Therefore, they should not be enough to destroy your harmony; they should not be allowed to enter the storehouse of spirit. If you can harmonize and delight in them, master them and never be at a loss for joy.”
— Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Zhuangzi, Watson tr. (Ch 5)
Élie Lascaux (French, 1888 - 1968) - Street scene in winter
Erik Tryggelin - Vasagatan, Stockholm (1921)
Ambrosius Benson
“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”
— Paulo Coelho
“The flower does not see its own beauty.”
— Stepan Schipachov, tr. by Daniel Weissbort, from 20th Century Russian Poetry; “The Blue Spaces,”
From earlier this month. I love the first snow. It’s also the time of year I start listening to more classical music :3