the good ship misery
justjingles:

Blue Caravan February 2013
Tonight’s wind-down-for-bed painting. I was listening to Vienna Teng’s ‘Blue Caravan’ on repeat while spacing out. I guess I just wanted there to be stars in her hair.

justjingles:

Blue Caravan February 2013

Tonight’s wind-down-for-bed painting. I was listening to Vienna Teng’s ‘Blue Caravan’ on repeat while spacing out. I guess I just wanted there to be stars in her hair.

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conceptartthings:

Background Art for Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

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Ingmar Bergman, from Images 

"In the Swedish original it says “människa” (Swedish) or “menneske” (Danish), the word for human being—so, there is too much “human being” in me. It’s the human condition, you could say: memories, emotion, being, pain, even the simple fact of living, breathing. Everything at once: the human experience. We all have it, even the people who don’t—or can’t—express it through art. But it is the job of the artist to sit with our feelings, to be receptive to them, to examine them, turn them into narrative or paint or film.

And this can be difficult. Here, he describes it as a flowing-over feeling: of containing too much, holding too much, feeling too much. We must examine experience until it becomes painful, excessive, overwhelming—too much humanity.

He goes on: “It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn’t want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.”

Solitude, I think, heightens artistic receptivity in a way that can be challenging and painful. When you sit there, alone and working, you get thrown back on yourself. Your life and your emotions, what you think and what you feel, are constantly being thrown back on you. And then the “too much humanity” feeling is even stronger: you can’t run away from yourself. You can’t run away from your emotions and your memory and the material you’re working on. Artistic solitude is a decision to turn and face these feelings, to sit with them for long periods of time.

It takes the courage to be there. You run into your own pettiness. Your own cowardice. You run into all kinds of ugly sides of yourself. But the things that you’ve experienced in your life become the writing that you do. And there’s no easy way to get to it…And that’s what Bergman and other Swedish writers have taught me—to stay in that painful zone, discipline myself through it to get where I want.” —Dorthe Nors

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“Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity. It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn’t want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.”
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mikepots83:

Working with new color combinations!

mikepots83:

Working with new color combinations!

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You Must Believe In Spring
Bill Evans

clairdelunequatre:

You Must Believe In Spring - Bill Evans (You Must Believe in Spring, 1977)

for gabriel garcía márquez

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samples of chanel’s sycomore & montale’s aoud leather, 50ml of mäurer & wirtz’s 4711 nouveau cologne

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haha the astronomical clock is waaaay smaller than i thought it’d be but still very lovely!

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details from various parts of mucha’s the slav epic

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as far as i’m concerned, this exhibition of mucha’s the slav epic was straight up a place of worship

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