Ephemeral

This is my little hideaway. A visual diary of sorts - random ramblings about art, poetry and history. My therapy to 'awaken the senses'.

a-little-bit-pre-raphaelite:

Portraits of Jane Morris from the National Portrait Gallery London.

1865, John Robert Parsons.
Drawing by D.G Rossetti, 1861 and photographed by Lewis Carroll in 1863.
1865, John Robert Parsons.
1898, Emery Walker. (three Photographs)
1900, Harry F. Phillips.
1905, unknown photographer.
Late 1900, unknown photographer.

(via portrait-woolf)

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

Les Miserables, Victor Hugo (via seabois)

(via seabois)

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

Don Quixote, Cervantes
(via seabois)

(via seabois)

Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.

—Andrei Tarkovsky (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: way-over-yonder, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

afroui:

Vincent Van Gogh’s letter


Makes an email look pretty dreary.  Ahhhhh - to be the recipient of such a beautiful letter / painting.

afroui:

Vincent Van Gogh’s letter

Makes an email look pretty dreary. Ahhhhh - to be the recipient of such a beautiful letter / painting.

(via nataliakoptseva)

asylum-art:

Tao Kunst

(via asylum-art)

the ability to suffer and endure,
that’s nobility, friend.
the ability to suffer and endure
for an idea, a feeling, a way,
that’s art my friend.
the ability to suffer and endure
when love fails,
that’s hell, old friend.

—Charles Bukowski, The Creation Coffin (via stxxz)

(via surrealist-phantoms)