perfect illustration of how all desires must be mechanically eroded into existence. you need to force the path into revealing itself for you through the sheer repetition of directing yourself toward the things you want most
as a child ive always been obsessed with staircase leading to water. or is it the other way around. its clearly not for boats. the idea of descending into source, or emerging from, and the liminality of it mesmerizes me so intensely
"When anxious, uneasy, and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
When I was younger, I rebelled against the idea that cooking was something I was obligated to do. As I grow older, I’ve begun to fear that if I don’t learn my grandmother’s and mother’s recipes, I’ll lose the flavours I love most. Both of these things can be simultaneously true.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
He descubierto a una artista que me encanta y me ilusiona compartir aquí. Se trata Miho Ichise, una pintora japonesa nacida en 1969, cuya obra es evocadora y hermosa.
👇🏻Abro hilo.