“It appears that nature has hid at the bottom of our hearts talents and abilities unknown to us. It is only the passions that have the power of bringing them to light, and sometimes give us views more true and more perfect than art could possibly do.” — Francois de La Rochefoucauld
“Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.”
Audre Lorde
For me, there is very little difference between magic and art. To me, the ultimate act of magic is
to create something from nothing: It’s like when the stage magician pulls the rabbit from the hat. —- Alan Moore
Rabbit sculpture by Dan Ostermiller.
“Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.” – John Ruskin
You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.
– George Bernard Shaw
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. – Madame de Stael
Vladimir Kush
Video – Catandrea
Music – Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell: High Hopes
Love Is Enough
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming there under,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass’d over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
— William Morris
Works of Frida Kahlo
Song – La Llorona
“It was the thirst of many years restrained in our body. Chained words which we could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the lashes of the flowers responded to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the horizon of the mammee and the purified pineapple. I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers.”
– Excerpt from letter to Diego by Frida Kahlo
Animation by Elliot Smith
The Aliens
by Charles Bukowski
Maverick Mist 