“I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learnt to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.” —Saul Leiter
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Я окружен какими-то убогими призраками. Меня они терзают, как могут терзать только бессмысленные видения, дурные сны, отбросы бреда, шваль кошмаров — и все то, что сходит у нас за жизнь.
In the 18th and 19th centuries, wealthy British and European lovers exchanged eye miniatures, love tokens that captured the gaze of the recipients significant other. They were worn on the lapel as to be close to the heart.
Less than 1,000 are thought to exist, often both the owner of the piece and the subject within it are never identified.
(via rifles)
Thirty spokes meet the hub
but it is the emptiness between them
that makes the essence of the wheel.
From clay pots are made,
but it is the emptiness inside them
that makes the essence of the pot.
Walls with windows and doors form the house,
but it is the emptiness between them
that makes the essence of the house.
The principle:
The material contains usefulness,
the immaterial imparts essence.
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Who is more unhappy? He who feels his own loneliness or he who feels the loneliness of the world? Impossible to tell, and besides, why should I bother with a classification of loneliness? Is it not enough that one is alone?
(Source: letempsdescoupables, via reverendquop)
Medicine by Gustav Klimt. Date: 1901
Date destroyed or lost: 1945
Leda by Gustav Klimt. Date: 1917
Date destroyed or lost: 1945