Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world. Dalton Day, interviewed for Banango Street (via bostonpoetryslam)
Thursday, September 11, 2014

fer1972:

Bestiarium byCeleste Ciafarone

Wednesday, September 10, 2014
rustypatch42:

Robert Townsend Art
Cupcakes for Lia. Oil on panel. 26” x 26”

rustypatch42:

Robert Townsend Art

Cupcakes for Lia. Oil on panel. 26” x 26”

Saturday, September 6, 2014
blastedheath:

Ted Godwin (Canadian, 1933-2013), Evening 2. Oil on canvas, 65 x 81 in.

blastedheath:

Ted Godwin (Canadian, 1933-2013), Evening 2. Oil on canvas, 65 x 81 in.

Thursday, September 4, 2014 Wednesday, August 27, 2014
rustypatch42:

Nancy Standlee
Found on dailypaintworks.com

rustypatch42:

Nancy Standlee

Found on dailypaintworks.com

Thursday, August 21, 2014
Jellyfish tattoo by Starr at White Tiger in Webster, New York

Jellyfish tattoo by Starr at White Tiger in Webster, New York

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?

I don’t know.

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via wordsnquotes)
Monday, August 11, 2014

When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *acedemical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.

But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.

And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

Brenda UelandIf You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via nyctaeus)
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Painting by April Younglove. 2014

Painting by April Younglove. 2014