Your past is just a story.*
A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
Giorgio Morandi (via nickegglington)
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,   
Enwrought with golden and silver light,   
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths   
Of night and light and the half light,   
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
… The typical motifs in dreams … permit a comparison with the motifs of mythology. Many of those mythological motifs, in collecting which Frobenius in particular has rendered such signal service, are also found in dreams, often with precisely the same significance… . The comparison of typical dream motifs with those of mythology suggests the idea — already put forward by Nietzsche — that dream-thinking should be regarded as a phylogenetically older mode of thought… . Just as the body bears the traces of its phylogenetic development, so also does the human mind. Hence there is nothing surprising about the possibility that the figurative language of dreams is a survival from an archaic mode of thought… .
Carl Gustav Jung. The Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche.  (via seeyoulateraggregator)
When, at the wearier end of November,
Her old light moves along the branches,
Feebly, slowly, depending upon them;
Wallace Stevens

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Giorgio Morandi (1890 - 1964), Paesaggio, 1935 (by BoFransson)

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Giorgio Morandi (1890 - 1964), Paesaggio, 1935 (by BoFransson)

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Giorgio Morandi (by BoFransson)

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Giorgio Morandi (by BoFransson)

“People in coats and ties were milling around the Talley gallery, and on the wall were the minimally rendered still lifes by Giorgio Morandi, most of them no bigger than a tea tray. Their thin browns, ashy grays, and muted blues made people speak softly to one another, as if a shouted word might curdle one of the paintings and ruin it. Bottles, carafes, and ceramic whatnots sat in his paintings like small animals huddling for warmth, and these shy pictures could easily hang next to a Picasso or Matisse without feeling inferior.”
― Steve Martin, An Object of Beauty
(via journalofanobody)
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again…
Frank O’Hara, from “Mayakovsky” (via proustitute)