I wake up with one face. Fall asleep with another. I love faces. I always have. Most of the art in my home is a face of some sort. Abstract, pop, outsider, or straight up real - I find them easy to live with and good company. How about you? A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Buddha In Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head...
stunning.
ReplyDeleteThat second photo blows my mind! Great photos!
ReplyDeleteKris
These pictures are so weird. The second one blows my mind just a little bit.
ReplyDelete*Erin