
Do not imagine that art or anything else is other than high magic! – is a system of holy hieroglyph. The artist, the initiate, thus frames his mysteries …
– Aleister Crowley –
Ph : Jeanloup Sieff
Photography + poem + art

Do not imagine that art or anything else is other than high magic! – is a system of holy hieroglyph. The artist, the initiate, thus frames his mysteries …
– Aleister Crowley –
Ph : Jeanloup Sieff

Like a snake sheds its skin, we are capable of getting rid of assembled habits, creating space to call matters into question. Instead of the Shakespearian “ To be or not to be ” we could favor “ to become or not to become”. By “becoming”, we challenge the range of possibilities in our life and go beyond the merely “being”. We can retreat, then, from the imprisonment of a deadly routine, acquire an identity and develop our personality.
– Erik Pevernagie –

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
– Henry David Thoreau –
Ph : Andrea Kiss

True eloquence is irresistible. Eloquence abounds in beautiful and natural images, sublime but simple conceptions, in passionate but plain words. Burning words appeal to the emotions … they stir the soul and touch the heart.
– Albert Ellery Bergh –

The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
– Tahereh Mafi –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSa1YwWFA3k
Tearful Moon – Glowing

However long your stay on this small planet lasts, and whatever happens during it, the most important thing is that-from time to time-you feel life’s sweet caress.
– William Boyd – Sweet Caress

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn’t think about it as I’m falling asleep.
– Elizabeth Scott –

So much of love is curiousity, a search inside the other for some little piece of self; emerging from the bear cave of them with your birthday candle and filament of ore: the same as that I’m made of!
– Anna Funder –

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
– J. Lynn – Be with Me

deserted hopes, deserted eyes
deserted soul, deserted lies
deserted hands of deserted men
deserted all should I want
turn the light on
turn the lights on, let’s go
desperate hope inside us all …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VLIk01rRa2U
Apparat – Lighton (Krieg und Frieden)