i particularly like this photo of my mom. (taken Dec 2009) “Van Gogh looked for some yellow when the sun disappeared. You have to look for things, buddy.” (Prenom: Carmen)

i particularly like this photo of my mom. (taken Dec 2009)

“Van Gogh looked for some yellow when the sun disappeared.


You have to look for things, buddy.” (Prenom: Carmen)

Work is play. So let’s work.  (Still image from People on Sunday)

Work is play. So let’s work.  (Still image from People on Sunday)

u R so young; U stand before beginnings.

u R so young; U stand before beginnings.

I would like to beg of you, dear friend,

I would like to beg of you, dear friend,

to have patience with everything that

to have patience with everything that

that remains unsolved in your heart.

that remains unsolved in your heart.

Try to love the questions themselves,

Try to love the questions themselves,

like locked rooms or foreign books.

like locked rooms or foreign books.

Do not now look for the answers.

Do not now look for the answers.

They cannot now be given to you,

They cannot now be given to you,

because you could not live them.

because you could not live them.

and the point is to live everything!

and the point is to live everything!

RE-BLOG from:

silver0rib:

O Small Oranges O tumbling wisdom O

“The Che Cafe Collective” (Final Project for VIS_60)

(Thank You to Joseph & Lee for helping with the framing & shooting)

(And Thank You to Dylan for letting me use his camera…again)

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Final Video Project for VIS_174 (please excuse the sound quality — sometimes you have to make due with what you’re given.)

And while I’m dwelling, or rather, getting nostalgic at the sight of my pointe shoes… Elina showed me this video sometime during the summer. I always go back to it. Beautiful, no?

My Photo Sequence for VIS_60. I like these a lot.

(Thank you Elina Bear).

UPDATE: Accepted to be published in Mania Magazine’s Winter Edition.

A pondering on youth, women, beauty. Hm. That’s a lot of territory.

(Thank you Yadira…)

"Most phenomena are ‘unsayable’, and have their being in a dimension which no word has ever entered; and works of art are the most unsayable of all - they are mysterious presences whose lives endure alongside our own perishable lives."
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Rainer Maria Rilke

(Letters to a Young Poet)

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