Man Wearing Laurels, 1874-1880, John Singer Sargent

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
If my life were a story, there would be a steady shift away from plot and toward character development. It would be one of those stories that you hated to read in high school because it took pages and pages for something to happen-endless paragraphs of thought, protagonist thinking this, protagonist thinking that, emoting, agonizing.
Chris Taggi


Vera Fearing (1931). Augustus John (Welsh, 1878-1961). Oil on canvas. Amgueddfa Cymru – National Museum Wales.

After World War I, John’s creative vitality declined even as his reputation continued to grow. He painted portraits of many of the leading European personalities—politicians, society ladies, and literary figures—in a slick and somewhat superficial style, occasionally recapturing his former boldness and integrity of form. 

(Reblogged from books0977)
Writing is both mask and unveiling.
E.B. White


Gathering Flowers at Twilight, John Singer Sargent

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)

"After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears. I can fancy a man who had led a perfectly commonplace life, hearing by chance some curious piece of music, and suddenly discovering that his soul, without his being conscious of it, had passed through terrible experiences, and known fearful joys, or wild romantic loves, or great renunciations."

The Critic as Artist, Oscar Wilde

(S.C.Z. - Salzburg)

Best of all he liked to sleep. Sleeping was a very important activity for him. He liked to sleep for longish periods, great swathes of time. Merely sleeping overnight was not taking the business seriously. He enjoyed a good night’s sleep and wouldn’t miss one for the world, but found it as anything halfway near enough. He liked to be asleep by half-past eleven in the morning if possible, and if that should come directly after a nice leisurely lie-in then so much the better. A little light breakfast and a quick trip to the bathroom while fresh linen was applied to his bed is really all the activity he liked to undertake, and he took care that it didn’t janate the sleepiness out of him and disturb his afternoon of napping. Sometimes he was able to spend an entire week asleep, and this he regarded as a good snooze. He had also slept through the whole of 1986 and hadn’t missed it.
Douglas Noel Adams


Abendliche Landschaft mit Heimkehr von der Ernte, Louis Douzette

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
Now, my own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose. I suspect that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of, in any philosophy. That is the reason why I have no philosophy myself, and must be my excuse for dreamimg.
J.B.S. Haldane


Sunset in the Catskills, 1866, De Witt Clinton Boutelle

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
Walk in the rain, jump in mud puddles, collect rocks, rainbows and roses, smell flowers, blow bubbles, stop along the way, build sandcastles, say hello to everyone, go barefoot, go on adventures, act silly, fly kites, have a merry heart, talk with animals, sing in the shower, read childrens’ books, take bubble baths, get new sneakers, hold hands and hug and kiss, dance, laugh and cry for the health of it, wonder and wander around, feel happy and precious and innocent, feel scared, feel sad, feel mad, give up worry and guilt and shame, say yes, say no, say the magic words, ask lots of questions, ride bicycles, draw and paint, see things differently, fall down and get up again, look at the sky, watch the sun rise and sun set, watch clouds and name their shapes, watch the moon and stars come out, trust the universe, stay up late, climb trees, daydream, do nothing and do it very well, learn new stuff, be excited about everything, be a clown, enjoy having a body, listen to music, find out how things work, make up new rules, tell stories, save the world, make friends with the other kids on the block, and do anything else that brings more happiness, celebration, health, love, joy, creativity, pleasure, abundance, grace, self-esteem, courage, balance, spontaneity, passion, beauty, peace, relaxation, communication and life energy to… all living beings on this planet.
Bruce Williamson


The Bridge of Sighs, Venice, 1835, James Holland

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)

”I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water’s still water, falling back,
it is water, will you give me a hint
how to tell them apart?

Because someone has made up the word
“wave,” do I have to distinguish it
from water?

There is a Secret One inside us;
the planets in all the galaxies
pass through his hands like beads.

That is a string of beads one should look at with luminous eyes.”



Aaron Harker - The Collector on Flickr.

Aaron Harker is an American artist, born Salt Lake City, Utah in 1977.

“All of my life I have been intrigued and amazed with the unending and ever changing beauty of this visual world that surrounds and includes us. Life is an endless well of inspiration for the creative mind. Since I was a young boy I have felt compelled to express this through the art of drawing and painting.”


(Reblogged from gandalf1202)
Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Scott Adams