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I was reading reviews about how everything everywhere all at once was incredible and how it makes you cry because of a rock with googly eyes and I thought to myself that I was the one who was going to prove this theory wrong. That I will watch it and not be impacted by it.

Let me tell how incredibly horrendously astronomically wrong I was, because I sobbed like a tiny baby

Even more so I hugged my mom and I cried with the sudden realization of time and that in any universe I will take the one I am in now, whatever specks of time it affords

The bloody googly eyes rock and sweet sweet Waymond, I couldn't finish it without crying and in the end I felt like my mind was understood but I was also calmed by it.

That I can have everything be everywhere, all at once. Because that means I'm living in the present for it to happen. I saw the movie at the right time and I want it so badly to win best picture because no other movie in the last year can compare to the sheer chaos and art and understanding it made me feel in two and half hours.

A movie of a lifetime 👀

kinda random, but as someone who has serious existential slash depressive meltdowns more frequently than i’d like, i’ve been trying to find my way out of these thought mazes for years, and i’ve come to the conclusion that trying to combat it by going a few levels even more abstract in the philosophical meter - which is what i personally thought had to be the answer for a long time - is, in a lot of cases, counterproductive 

what i mean by that is that i’m (still slowly) beginning to realize that the only remedy for those particular types of crisis is not isolating yourself even more radically from tangible human experiences and trying to find the answer in your own head, but to fully immerse yourself in daily life as much as possible, and allow yourself to be really, truly part of the world you live in - a kind of poiesis of being, if we’re trying to be poetic, that’s about reinventing yourself with each second you remain open to the reality that is existing in the present moment. that won’t magically sort shit out for you, but i get the feeling it helps paint a different mental picture in which your thoughts can roam in, and maybe find different, new and hopefully better paths of thinking/being

having a rich inner life is possibly the most valuable part of existing as someone capable of cognizant thought, but if your brain goes at 100mph on the daily, it can reach exhaustion levels in the blink of an eye and start almost cannibalizing itself with anxiety and circular thought patterns. the beginning of it is: take a moment to stop. check out that building, the cobblestones in this street, that person selling their artwork on the sidewalk. this is the city you live in. these are the people you’re in the world with. there’s life outside of yourself

the water reflection of the bridge

Some more gouache adventures - sculpture studies, with a little extra 🌿

Kisses and coffees in Ron Hicks' impressionistic paintings.

Siobhán Hapaska, Robot, 2001 // Pang Maokun, Destiny 命运; Hand in Hand 牵手, 2019 // Shorra, Death of a Cyborg (after The First Mourning by William-Adolphe Bouguereau), 2015

The Essence of Silence by Anato Finnstark.

Art museum Aesthetics

Staring at paintings for hours, heels on marble, the perfect wing of eyeliner, a million canvas tote bags, mesh shirts with paintings on them, quoting things all the time, always existed, holding hands , feet sore from walking all day, deep conversations, literature buff.

Via

st. sebastian

(via Cursed gifts and untold visions: The Headless Statues of Crystal Palace Park – Portals of London)

a few days late but happy 50th birthday to legendary icon Lucy Liu!

Spleen et Idéal - 1907 - Carlos Schwabe

Caravaggio living paintings by Ludovica Rambelli Theater

This never ceases to amaze me, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.