Ephemeral

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

Artist:
Sarah Petruziello
"Selfie (We Create Our Own Mythologies)"
Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil, and 22K gold leaf on Arches Hot Press
Watercolor 
22” x 30” Inches

rfmmsd:

Artist:

Sarah Petruziello

"Selfie (We Create Our Own Mythologies)"

Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil, and 22K gold leaf on Arches Hot Press

Watercolor 

22” x 30” Inches

(Source: sarahpetruziello.com)

The language of dreams is so different to the language of academics. It’s beyond me. But the difference of spoken language and the language of the head is vast. Huge. It used to be all spoken. All out front and in the air.

—Sam Shepard  (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: hecubatohim, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

Time bows to authentic commitment, and it stretches to accommodate it.

—― Will Hewett (via psych-quotes)

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

—Frederic Chopin (via seabois)