Soulful stuff
We all need to revive our enthusiasm, feel peace, remember happiness and have moments of transcendence. When I encounter something that gives me a taste of these things, I will share it with you. My art is present here but not all of these are mine. They just made me feel better when I saw them.
The usual disclaimer: These photos are not mine, I am recombining and compositing images for the pleasure of seeing the new combinations.
Even as we try
to behave as
decently as little ministers
ought to:
We ought to
salute the rippling black
pirate flag
snapping in the windy sky within us.
Even as we try
to behave as
decently as the Sunday school teachers
ought to:
We ought to
enjoy the Sunshine
on the leather brown skin of our pirate souls
and the way it glitters off our
bone notched blade.
Hugh Miller
A fresco of Leda and the swan recently discovered in Pompeii. This is the most beautiful and subtle art from ancient Rome I’ve ever seen. These gorgeous colors were protected by the ash from Vesuvius.
2000-year-old Tombstone found recently in a Slovenian river. The inscription says:
Aerius Jucundus, father (set this tombstone) to his 12-year old daughter, Arellia Argolis.
Evoking love and loss 2 millennia later.
I love this, especially the fact that time passing looks like an intense wind blowing around him.
Credit to David Espinosa
When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn’t.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
~ Diana Der-Hovanessian ~
