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haircurlscas · 3 months
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are you?
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thedailydoserevisited · 8 months
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Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
-Mary Oliver
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litverve · 1 year
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Be still, my soul, and steadfast. Earth and heaven both are still watching though time is draining from the clock and your walk, that was confident and quick, has become slow. So, be slow if you must, but let the heart still play its true part. Love still as once you loved, deeply and without patience. Let God and the world know you are grateful. That the gift has been given.
Mary Oliver, “The Gift”
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utrzky · 1 year
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„... Květiny jsou rozkošné. Mají krátké, blažené životy. Přinášejí tolik radosti. Nic špatného se proti nim nedá říct. Škoda, že můžou líbat jen vzduch...“
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sli-writes · 1 year
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Essay: When does the painter become the audience.
This is a question I have only recently stumbled upon, and is mainly inspired by my moments in the studio versus what I am witnessing amongst my fellow artists - some of whom have gone on to become successes in the naturalistic sense and others (myself included); learning, changing, mixing and crossing fingers.
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Leonardo Da vinci. Saint John the Baptist, 1513 & 1516
It occurred to me that understanding the ways of the two, painter and audience, would be a natural place to go from. Now I exist in both worlds, as a painter and designer (namely graphic, for the time being) and the answer to the design work I find are often easier to get to: there are all sorts of studies, surveys and templates that are known and proven to have work, you can google just about any sort of design and you’ll land at a starting point guaranteeing success. Sure, you will change a colour here, the font size there, even remain in the popular style of the time and you’ll be guaranteed success without any measure as to your worth. Not to say there aren’t moments of phenomenal work, there can be. As for the painter, oh I don’t possess the eloquent language of the brilliant minds, vividly describing to you the flow moments in the studio when the material becomes alchemic as James Elkins speaks of in his book ‘What painting is’ or Mary Oliver writing of the ordinary mind in one of her essays titled ‘Of power and time’ in her book ‘Upstream”. But as the painter, I have been searching for the necessary moment in which it is okay to become the ‘audience;’ “what makes the smile mysterious,” “that’s just a blob of white paint” or “I could do that.”  I do however believe there is a danger in the idea itself, especially when the questions are at a surface level, only concerned with the market or trends, not a great place to be working from when seeking ‘greatness.’
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Claude Monet. Water Lilies, 1897–99
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Francisco Goya. They Do Not Know The Way, c.1810-1814
I’ll tell you; the exercise of paint is a very conscious one, an active engagement and you start to realise why on some days Leonardo would sometimes make his way to the church and not pick up the paint brush for his fresco. You see, I believe it is the material that offers the experience; the effects of the experience do consider the drive or walk to the work, the conversations had, a life lived a certain way, sure, but the fundamentality of the work itself lies in it’s moments had with the painter. What are such moments of brilliancy you wonder; it is Goya laboring on his ‘Disasters of war’ etchings, Monet miraculously capturing light in his ‘Water Lilies,’ having suffered significant loss of vision from cataracts and Leonardo creating atmosphere with the same will (you imagine) as God had with the words “Let there be light.” It is this dance that I believe leads to great works, and the lack of resulting in an artist who is strictly working in the way of a design product creative, with the likes of Damien Hirst leading the way.
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Damien Hirst. For the Love of God, 2007
I am too currently engaged in this dance and I’ve decided my audience will be that of other greats, similar to how I know some of the greatest musicians, the likes of Kanye West, to be driven to make music  (My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy) better than their favourite artists.
I believe all the artist does is present the world as they see and have experienced it...at least that’s what I think the best art does, none of that conceptual stuff only open to a niche group (you know that group) whose dance is strictly one of a social experiment to see how far they can take the market before they realise it’s all phantasmagoric.  
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Kanye West. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, 2010
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theeducationmag · 10 months
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Often called the most beloved poet in the world of English literature, Mary Oliver is the first name that may come to your mind. She touched millions of hearts through her beautiful poems that reflect her deep sense of imagination and simple language. 
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fallenalien11 · 1 year
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twinhood-2dot0 · 1 year
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Introducing: The Format
(Psst.. I hope you know what the title is referring to :P)
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P.S The last quote is from Mary Oliver, I forgot to write that :P
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poemmedicine · 2 years
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In Blackwater Woods
Mary Oliver
Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars
of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,
the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders
of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is
nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned
in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side
is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world
you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it
against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
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mentalbater · 1 year
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“No matter what the world claims, its wisdom always growing, so it’s said, some things don’t alter with time: ….. spring unfolds in its appointed time, the violets open and the roses, snow in its hour builds its shining curves” #MaryOliver It’s “Choose a New Book Day”! My favourite day! I get to go to my shelf and let the weight of a new book drop into my hand. Choosing is a carefully thought out process, much like looking at a map and finding the next area you want to explore. All of the books return my gaze, each of them excitedly asking to show me all the amazing things they hold inside, and me knowing that most of them have the potential to change my life. It’s hard to leave any of them on the shelf! It’s an indulgence and a delight to savour each one individually. This little book of 16 small chapters will be my Advent calendar of sorts - leading me up to the winter solstice, the unalterable, appointed time for the unfolding of light, energy, warmth, and life. #maryoliverpoetry #PeterWohlleben #nature #humannature #poetry #poemoftheday #reading #reading_life #books https://www.instagram.com/p/Clw15qOPhUR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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wheresmispah · 2 years
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You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life
Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
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haircurlscas · 2 months
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(sorry reupload ! i like this one better hehe. theres a slightly different version of this over on ig and twt so do check those out!)
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unfoldingmoments · 3 months
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WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often. Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches. And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
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marysterrett · 3 months
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When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often. Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.  And they call again, “It's simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.
Mary Oliver
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when-the-cities-burn · 4 months
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somc · 4 months
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Gansos salvajes
No tienes que ser buena.
No tienes que atravesar el desierto
de rodillas, arrepintiéndote.
Solo tienes que dejar que ese delicado animal
que es tu cuerpo ame lo que ama.
Cuéntame tu desesperación y te contaré la mía.
Mientras tanto, el mundo sigue.
Mientras tanto, el sol y los guijarros cristalinos
de la lluvia avanzan por los paisajes,
las praderas y los árboles frondosos, las montañas y los ríos.
Mientras tanto, los gansos salvajes, que vuelan alto
en el aire azul y puro,
vuelven nuevamente a casa.
Seas quien seas, por muy sola que te sientas
el mundo se ofrece a tu imaginación,
y te llama, como los gansos salvajes, chillando con excitación
anunciando una y otra vez
tu lugar en la familia de las cosas.
• "Gansos salvajes", de #MaryOliver #Love #esoterismo #puraexistencia
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