"In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful."

--Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio.

(image:  A woman viewing Libra: The Scales, date unknown. From the AMNH archives.)

apple

beautiful brass weight at alde+co shop

I'm eating apple and cheddar cheese as I type. dreamy.

It is weight that gives meaning to weightlessness.

-Isamu Noguchi

Doing some research this morning from the Met's collection

an ointment jar

a cosmetic's spoon

a storage jar

a bowl

(Found here)

when my mother was pregnant with her second child, i was 4
i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother
had gotten so big in such little time
my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and said
the closest thing to god on this earth is a woman’s body
it’s where life comes from
and to have a grown man tell me something so powerful at such a young age changed me to see that the entire universe rested at my mother’s feet

- rupi kaur

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

'dandelions'

"for some,
it comes in snatches,
and we’ll spend our entire lives trying to catch it."

— Della Hicks-Wilson

( Photography: Julian A. Dimock.)

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”

― William Shakespeare

Happy May Day!

Flower pinning/loving/craving

"I must have flowers, always, and always."

--Claude Monet

Noemie Goudal.

Noemie Goudal

Image by Paul Outerbrigde via thesphinxandthemilkyway

Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine

“Tonight she walks
up to the particular
porcelain lion she had
when she was a girl
for a now forgotten
reason chosen, puts
her hand on his nose
and says tenderly
in her mind I’m sorry
I can’t remember
the name I gave you.” 

--Matthew Zapruder

— From National Poetry Month Day 27: “Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine” by Matthew Zapruder. Read the whole poem over at The Rumpus!

It's better to have it

Feel things

The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.
Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.
The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.
You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.
You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?
There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.
When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?
Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.
Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.
Take walks in places you’ve never been.
Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.
Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.
One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today. Not today.

--Azra

Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.

(Source: thirlie)

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

Peripheral

Maybe it’s a bat’s wings
at the corner of your eye, right
where the eyeball swivels
into its pocket. But when
the brown of your eye turns
where you thought the white saw,
there’s only air & gold light,
reality—as your mother defined it—
(milk/no milk). Not for years
did you learn the word longing,
and only then did you see the bat—
just the fringe of its wings
beating, its back in a heavy
black cloak.

—Toi Derricotte.

(Found here)

Rothko

"I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions — tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on — and the fact that lots of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I communicate those basic human emotions… The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them. And if you, as you say, are moved only by their color relationships, then you miss the point!”

--Mark Rothko 

(Quote found here Conversations with Artists (public library) via Brain Pickings)

(images found on this beautiful blog)

Dustin Yellin

Saints, body parts and nature.
Dustin Yellin Sculpture.

“I remember him saying that he had to be a magician for his readers, but that magicians always start with reality and come back to reality.”

Read Silvana Paternostro’s oral biography of Gabriel García Márquez, first published in The Paris Review Summer 2003 issue.

Red

pins....
pinterest.com/iartrachel/red/

"Making things is so human that psychology and philosophy have gotten nowhere in trying to account for it."

Guy Davenport