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Tiny boxes. 

A new take on Cornell boxes - though melded somehow with the perspective not of a surrealist, but more one of Thoreau or Whitman. Allison May Kiphuth’s work harkens to the tiny futurescapes compartmentalized and contained in the fantastic boxes of Joseph Cornell, but presents us with something that is right in front of us. It’s as if perhaps even in this act of containment, maybe only through this act, we are able to embrace the magnitude and the beauty of the natural wonder that sits before us in our everyday. 

#allisonmaykiphuth #josephcornell

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ready to run away - pacific bound

Lost & Found

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marbled moons.

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“We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars“

#mrspotterslullaby #elcosmico #marfa tx #mysterylights

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My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thatkindofwoman)

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So easy in the woods to daydream and pray to the local spirits and say “Allow me to stay here, I only want peace” and those foggy peaks answer back mutely Yes"

Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via jazzcatjack)

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just like that.

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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire. Live by love, though the stars walk backward. Honour the past, but welcome the future. -e.e. cummings

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#nownow

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Mariachi Connecticut Serenades a Beluga Whale (by captainkickstand)

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illustrations by Louis Wain.

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In every bit of honest writing in the world there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means, many of them. There is writing promoting social change, writing punishing injustice, writing in celebration of heroism, but always that base theme. Try to understand each other.

John Steinbeck (from 1938 journal entry)

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repeat

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let me tell you about my boat...

the rain rain rain

came down down down

in rushing rising rivelets

till the river crept out of its bed

and crept right into Piglet's.