March 2011
86 posts
I live in a Nudist Colony... just kidding but how...
Often we forget how genuinely beautiful everything...
The warmth of sand in the morning, the salty water in one’s hair, the little shells washing up against our ankles. Sunny rain showers, the silence of an empty street, the freshly cut grass, that fine morning mist.
Someone recently asked me what inspires my artwork and paintings. I told her that I wasn’t quite sure. Truth is, there aren’t many people who understand that...
“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases,...”
– Haruki Murakami (via soul-surfer)
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That awkward moment between your birth and your...
