Sailor & Woman

by Lisette Model

Love

Love is a reciprocal torture.

marcel proust

Dancer

by miro

Art and confessions

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.

by James Baldwin

Drawing from Stereoscope

by William Kentridge

Language

Every legend, moreover, contains its residuum of truth, and the root function of language is to control the universe by describing it.

by James Baldwin

Christopher George Latore Wallace

From the God of Small Things

And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

Drawing Hands

by Escher

Self-Reliance

by Emerson

There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on the plot of ground which is given him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. It is not without pre-established harmony, this sculpture in the memory.

Woman at Window

by Dali

I'm Nobody

by Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!