The Smallest Piece

every fault and every failure means I love you

to everyone I love, I offer my meanest self 

I have nothing else

at bottom I am base, the evil extends

and every virtue, every grace

comes from your forgiveness

from your willing place to walk on 

humansofnewyork:

I walked into a classroom where some young Tibetan students were practicing their chants, and all the kids suddenly grew very focused and well-behaved on account of the visitor. Except for this guy, who started laughing at me. Then he started laughing at himself laughing. Then he started laughing that he couldn’t stop laughing at himself laughing.
(Dharamshala, India)

humansofnewyork:

I walked into a classroom where some young Tibetan students were practicing their chants, and all the kids suddenly grew very focused and well-behaved on account of the visitor. Except for this guy, who started laughing at me. Then he started laughing at himself laughing. Then he started laughing that he couldn’t stop laughing at himself laughing.

(Dharamshala, India)

Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.

—Unknown (via kolir)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via kolir)

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

—Paulo Coelho (via thestylishgypsy)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via thestylishgypsy)

where is everyone going

?

all the time

with a fast-slow-shuttering speed in a blinking eye moment of photographic sound

one realizes….

it is not all about the self


The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. Rabo Art Collection

The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.

Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)

All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox. 
Rabo Art Collection

(Source: raboartcollection, via 2headedsnake)