Photography + poem + art
The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its color and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of nonconviction… . It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirits, the pit at the center, and rising hope.
– Clarissa Pinkola Estés –
Ph : Kishin Shinoyama
If … we are nothing but gene carriers, why do so many of us have to lead such strangely shaped lives? Wouldn’t our genetic purpose—to transmit DNA—be served just as well if we lived simple lives, not bothering our heads with a lot of extraneous thoughts, devoted entirely to preserving life and procreating? Did it benefit the genes in any way for us to lead such intricately warped, even bizarre, lives?
– Haruki Murakami – 1Q84
Every phenomenon manifests itself of its own accord. This manifestation is always distinct from form, and is the essence of the immediate, the trace of the immediate.
– Yves Klein –
Blue suggests the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.
– Yves Klein –
Ph : Peter Lindbergh
Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear?
– Lao Tzu – Tao Te Ching
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
– Haruki Murakami – Dance Dance Dance
< Ph : Ekaterina Grigorieva >
“ So blue is a name? ”
“ It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself. ”
“ Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating. ”
He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. “ But there are other ways to understanding ! ” he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. “ Look ! ” he shouted tilting his head back. “ Blue ! Blue ! Blue ! ”
– Patrick Rothfuss – The Name of the Wind
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