rerylikes Tumblr 2011

rery likes


beautiful. intriguing. poetic.

oniric. abstract. surrealist.

i like things that tell story.


posts tagged "quote"

Fabienne Verdier

“I enter the surface of the canvas almost explosively.”

Verdier paints on sheets of paper or canvases spread out on the floor. Her painting is vertical, playing with gravity, the weight of the paintbrush, the load of the ink and her body. Suspended between heaven and earth, the paintbrush is guided by spirit and hand, its handle at times hanging from over 10 meters of rope and held in place by a pair of bicycle handlebars. Her physical engagement is key: together with preparatory ascetic practice and “suchness” (the path of spontaneous expression), it forms the basis of Verdier’s work. Beyond this spontaneity of the stroke, the ink flow is also guided in producing the work, in particular in her very large formats. Verdier thus disengages from the rules of Chinese painting: she can go on. add to and rework the matter until she finds just the right form.”

[via razorshapes]

"The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up and down when you’re supposed to go down. When you’re supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you’re supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there is no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness."

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousness was fading away. And which section you ended up in was just a matter of where your foot happened to fall."

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade."

- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life."

- Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

"If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time."

- Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

"Each man’s life represents the road toward himself, and attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself. Yet each one strives to become that — one in an awkward, the other in a more intelligent way, each as best he can."

- Hermann Hesse, Demian

"You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy. But there is no dream that lasts forever, each dream is followed by another, and one should not cling to any particular one."

- Hermann Hesse, Demian

"One never reaches home. But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time."

- Hermann Hesse, Demian

"I live in my dreams - that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference."

- Hermann Hesse, Demian

"There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself. You can be happy that way. But once you know the other interpretation you no longer have the choice of following the crowd."

- Hermann Hesse, Demian

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."

- Sylvia Plath [via ikilledjackjohnson]

"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."

- Thomas Merton (1915–1968, USA) [via unknowneditors]                                    

"The idea of liberation through the suppression of desire is the greatest foolishness ever conceived by the human mind."

- E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, trans. Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston [via proustitute]