
The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.
– Yves Klein –
Photography + poem + art

The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.
– Yves Klein –

I have written my name on the far side of the sky.
– Yves Klein –

I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the world
I who am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me now
To kneel grotesque and bare
For I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
Are the crumbs I’ve left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It’s just a shadow of my wound
I have begun to ask for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to long for you
I who have no need
You say you’ve gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And do not love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, my beloved one
It is your flesh that I wear
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XLyENjDJieo
Nick Cave – Avalanche (Black Sails version)

My loves start in the future.
My loves never existed,
Because they didn’t know anything about it.
Or I didn’t know anything, and we loved each other in silence.
And in different times.
– Alda Merini –

If you knew now, what dear my lips are with the smell of wind.
– Anna Achmatova –

Well, … in the shipwreck of life, for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes, I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and, consequently, perfectly free.
– Alexandre Dumas –
Ph : Mervyn O’ Gorman

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.
– Curtis Tyrone Jones –
Ph : Nicolas Bruno

You see yourself as a shipwreck,
but we see your treasure glowing inside,
beneath the oceans in your eyes.
– Curtis Tyrone Jones –

It was November …
parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
– L.M. Montgomery –
Ph : Tony Magada