fatima aamer bilal, from so this is all i will ever be?

[text id: how did i grow old so young? / how did i forget to live before i lived at all?]

two girls dancing on the beach

Yoan  Capote created this installation, called “Stress”. The installation has teeth made from bronze supporting large slabs of concrete

i still can’t believe that yogurt is a bunch of live cultures… i love you alive girl……

cobalt classic vase | bianca pintan

Jenny Kendler

Venus XI during a controlled burn of the Burnham Wildlife CooridorDecember 2017

Venus series uses fully biodegradable materials including soil and native prairie grass & flower seeds

Dries Van Noten, Kent,  2010 — Erik Madigan Heck 

want what they have 

A tree struck by lightning, Gundiah, Queensland. Photo by Suzanne McCowen via ABC Brisbane 

Have a nice weekend:)

Gabriel Orozco /My Hands Are My Heart, 1991/redflag.org

…“My Hands Are My Heart”, speaks of the humble act of love. Orozco’s love is expressed through his art. His hands are the instruments by which he creates — the sensors by which he experiences the world. The vision of his mind and the intention of his heart are communicated through his hands…”

are we not all camgirls under the ceaseless watcher's eternal gaze ?

cannot emphasize enough how good it is for you to make something with your hands. whether it’s cooking or knitting or drawing, it will nourish your soul. every time i cook i feel so much more energized and present, no matter how complicated or simple the dish is. and to hold the thing you made yourself in your hands, even if it didn’t turn out perfect, is even more beautiful. i promise that whatever you choose to make, it will help you in so many ways

Cicadas

“Once upon a time, the story goes, cicadas were human beings, before the birth of the Muses. When the Muses were born and song came into being, some of these creatures were so struck by the pleasure of it that they sang and sang, forgot to eat and drink, and died before they knew it. From them the race of cicadas arose, and they have this special privilege from the Muses: from the time they are born they need no nourishment, they just sing continually without eating or drinking until they die…”

-the Symposium of Plato ( 259 b-c)

 from Anne Carson’s Eros the Bittersweet

By Franz Eybl (Austrian, 1806-1880)