Tag: Flower

Spring

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And the scent of mock orange
drifts through the window.

How can I rest?
How can I be content
when there is still
that odor in the world?

— Louise Glück, from “Mock Orange” in The Triumph of Achilles 

Notes:

real beauty, always unintentional

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Notes:

  • Post title from Valeria Luiselli, Lost Children Archive: A Novel.
  • Images: Levitae, Rik Oostenbroek via Behance. “Ever since seeing Avatar by James Cameron, for the first time I’ve been amazed by the night scenes in the woods of Pandora. As a artist I never really payed attention to sculpting more realistic things, but this idea kept knocking on the door for over 6 months. It’s a 50/50 combination of Adobe photoshop and Maxon Cinema 4D. All colors are real life painted canvasses and used as color map to make the color transitions more natural.”
  • Rik Oostenbroek is a 22 year old self-taught Dutch freelance artist, designer and art director based in Hilversum, The Netherlands. For four years, Rik has worked as a freelancer on some of the biggest brands in the world including Nike, Mazda, ESPN and Viacom and his work has been used in advertising the world over: from Hong-Kong to New York, London to Paris, Amsterdam to Milan. Find him on Instagram here: rikoostenbroek

Spring

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Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

– E. E. Cummings, from “Spring is like a perhaps hand” in The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

Notes: Poem – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo: Floating by Chris A (Ain, Rhone-Alpes, France)

Sunday Morning

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Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.

~ Virginia Woolf

Photo: Padma Inguva (via Aberrant Beauty). Quote: via Memory’s Landscape

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Turning to the head of his bed, he noticed a single camellia blossom that had fallen to the floor. He was certain he had heard it drop during the night; the sound had resounded in his ears like a rubber ball bounced off the ceiling. Although he thought this might be explained by the silence of the night, just to make sure that all was well with him, he had placed his right hand over his heart. Then, feeling the blood pulsating correctly at the edge of his ribs, he had fallen asleep. For some time, he gazed vacantly at the color of the large blossom, which was nearly as large as a baby’s head. Then, as if he had just thought of it, he put his hand to his heart and once again began to study its beat. It had become a habit with him lately to listen to his heart’s pulsation while lying in bed. As usual, the palpitation was calm and steady. With his hand still on his chest, he tried to imagine the warm, crimson blood flowing leisurely to this beat. This was life, he thought. Now, at this very moment, he held in his grasp the current of life as it flowed by.

~ Natsume Sōseki, “And Then” (1909)

Photo (edited): commorancy with Pink Camellia, Hakone Japanese Gardens