"bodies are less like temples and more like biographies they carry all the broken hearts, false hopes and cobwebs neatly mapped in your veins and tendons, a whole history tucked away in the spaces in between your ribs and collarbones."
(- quito, ecuador. taken with pentax 35mm, film camera.)
"one of the hardest lessons i had to learn was that i was going to need a lot of help, and for a long time. (even this morning). what saved me was that i found gentle, loyal and hilarious companions, which is at the heart of meaning- maybe we don't find a lot of answers to life's tougher questions, but if we find a few true friends, that's even better. they help you see who you truly are, which is not always the loveliest possible version of yourself, but then comes the greatest miracle of all - they still love you."
"Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones."
this beauty is not finished yet. i'm in a tattoo.drawing.dots.lines kinda mood. this has still another rose to come in the top left corner and i have simply played with the luminosity with this photo. thought it could be a cool print.
"deep inside. she knew who she was. and that person was smart and kind and often even funny. but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth. and she found herself saying the wrong thing or more often. nothing at all."
"try to imagine a life without timekeeping. you probably can't. you know the month. the year. the day of the week. there is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. you have a schedule. a calendar. a time for dinner or a movie. yet all around you. timekeeping is ignored. birds are not late. a dog does not check its watch. deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. man alone chimes the hour. and. because of this. man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. a fear of time running out."
this was for my best friend. we use to go on holidays to the murray river. i was going to paint her a foggy, misty morning on the river. but then it became a bit more colourful then i remembered. and i thought. who would want a painting of a muddy shitty river anyway? this is way better. and in a way. a magical place. that we'll both remember. before shit got serious.
the traveling stops and it feels like a dream. it didn't actually happen. one morning - you just woke up differently. and now the way you see things, is just slightly altered. a new perspective.
even though you might need to pinch yourself to know it is real. even though you might need to print off photos. letting memories flood your brain. there is a part of you that is different. there is proof. it is something that will not rub off in the shower. something that cannot be dyed, cut, coloured or removed. something that you cannot see from the outside, that you can only feel within. only you. and it's yours. forever.