Blue gives us an impression of cold, and thus, again, reminds us of shade. We have before spoken of its affinity with black. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Theory of Colours. (The M.I.T. Press; 1st edition March 15, 1970) Originally published 1810.
In Vienna there are shadows. The city is black and everything is done by rote. I want to be alone. I want to go to the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October. I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.… Continue reading Egon Schiele
The highest goal that man can achieve is amazement. ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Theory of Colours. (The M.I.T. Press; 1st edition March 15, 1970) Originally published 1810.
Actuality is when the lighthouse is dark between flashes: it is the instant between the ticks of the watch…the pause when nothing is happening. It is the void between events. Yet the instant of actuality is all we ever can know directly. — George Kubler, The Shape of Time. (Yale University Press; Seventh Printing edition,… Continue reading George Kubler
Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique, different for each person, hidden or visible, that everyone keeps in himself, that he preserves and to which he withdraws when he wants to leave the world for a temporary but profound solitude. – Jean Genet, Fragments of the Artwork. (Stanford University Press; 1 edition, April… Continue reading Jean Genet
She was very charming, but seemed tormented in some way—I couldn’t figure out why. Something profound was bothering her. She talked very fast, all in a rush, as if she was thinking too fast, and sometimes after she’d say something she’d contradict herself totally, but it was still a marvelous conversation… — Marge Neikrug from… Continue reading Marge Neikrug