Van Cliburn - Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 1, B-flat minor

1934-7-12 — 2013-2-27

Life is art all the time

be audacious, take risks in various aspects of live.
observe everything, possibilities everywhere, taking in information that becomes fodder for creative expression.
passions, motivated to act from some internal desire, rather than a desire for external reward or recognition. 
daydream, may seem mindless, but the best ideas come seemingly out of the blue when our minds are elsewhere.
ask questions, look at the world around us and ask why, and how.

e.e.cummings

" sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come

awandering awondering

but any two are perfectly

alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun

i never knew and neither did you

and everybody never breathed

quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves

each herself by opening

but shining who by thousands mean

only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly

tiny winging darting floating

merry in the blossoming

always joyful selves are singing)

“sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love”
                  — e.e.cummings

Edward Estlin Cummings October 14, 1894 — September 3, 1962

Korean Vogue

1984, 30 years after

Eric Arthur Blair, better known by his pen name George Orwell, June 25, 1903 — January 21, 1950

Copenhagen 2014

She pointed to the right where the Baltic sea is. It's a very beautiful and blue sea, the current travels west. Then to the left, the North Sea, also a very beautiful sea but the current travels east. And then she pointed to the middle and she said, that is the prefect relationship. You can look to the left and you can look to the right and both seas are there, and they can meet in the middle but they never lose themselves in each other. They are always themselves no matter what.

Ici ce sont les couleurs...

Cherry Blossom in East Vancouver

Ici ce sont les couleurs qui ont des ailes
Transportant la scène dans une autre région du ciel
Où la doubleur tremble comme un papillon sur une fleur
Un arbre de grâce déposant sur la terre une absence d'ombre
Les regards cherchent en les nôtres le secours d'une confirmation
Qu'une fin si absolue ne peut qu'être vécue éternellement
Comme un commencement

Here it is the colors that have wings
Carrying the stage off to another region of the sky
Where pain quivers like a butterfly on a flower
A tree of grace placing upon the earth an absence of shadow
Eyes seek in ours the succor of a confirmation
That such an absolute end can only be experience eternally
As a beginning
— Heather Dohollau