time falls and drifts
like rain that mists
on a hot summer day,
evaporating before our very eyes–
slanting sideways into the future
Time
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Excerpt from: The Thursday Murder Club
In life, you have to learn to count the good days. You have to tuck them in your pocket and carry them around with you.
Excerpt from the book: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, 2020
Excerpt from: This Side of Paradise
“I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses.”
from the book, This Side of Paradise, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1920
Lately in Images
Excerpt from the book: Vanessa Bell
Here, where the artist strives to shape, condense and order thoughts and sensations until they take on a form that communicates, is the promise of continuity as opposed to decay, of meaning as opposed to senselessness, of value as opposed to waste. Vanessa painted, not in order to forget anxiety and pain, but in order to transform them into the permanence of art.
Excerpt from the book, Vanessa Bell by Frances Spalding, 1983
The Details
beauty in a dying tulip
synchronicity of color
ferns stretching, unfurling
old metal jugs against wood grain
early morning sun on the curtain
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Lilacs
when you visit my dreams, it’s eternally spring time and you walk around with your arms full of lilacs; from room to room you go, trailing their smell in long ribbons of sleepy memory that cling and linger long after awakening
Art
a game of mirrors upon mirrors where art reflects the vulnerable beauty of life and life in turn, becomes a form of existential, realistic and abstract art all on a single canvas or a page or a lifetime—expelling a single silent breath
Lately In Images
On a Walk
on a walk, i collect things—
pointy things, tiny things, velvety petals, beautiful leaves, memories, wishes, small moments of peace and happiness
spanishwoods 