contemplation

seeking the truth
archives-dada:

Hannah Höch,Entartet (Degenerate), [b&w reproduction], photomontage, 1969, Landesbank, Berlin

archives-dada:

Hannah Höch,Entartet (Degenerate), [b&w reproduction], photomontage, 1969, Landesbank, Berlin

amare-habeo:

Paul Klee (1879-1940) - High guard (Hoher Wächter), 1940
Hamburger Kunsthalle, Germany

amare-habeo:

Paul Klee (1879-1940) - High guard (Hoher Wächter), 1940

Hamburger Kunsthalle, Germany

Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death: let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.

Virginia Woolf

 

(via artemisdreaming)

(via artemisdreaming)

Nothing of my own?” he said to himself without moving his lips. “No more mistress, no more home?” He smiled, or thought he smiled, and took pity on himself for having cherished and regretted such perishable belongings, since now he possessed, beaming gently within reach of his eyes and fingers, milky, iridescent, deliciously round, huge as a star, no bigger than a precious coin, the little mother-of-pearl moon, the opaline satellite of the opium lamp.

—Colette, ‘Clouk’ (via panoramicchrestomathy)

(Source: under-the-volcano)