Nature is what we know, yet have no art to say. So impotent our wisdom is to her simplicity.

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Impressionism

Wild and reckless, your eyes stare, untamed
I see the perfection in even your imperfections
They are just as they should be
They speak of Truth, in a language all their own
For in your beauty and your completeness, I saw you
Though you did not see me, I saw you
I know you, though you do not know yourself, nor the world around you
I know you, I know you more than I know myself
I know you by your True Name
I speak it, and you glow with a reality all your own
You stare, and I stare back into your eyes that cannot see
As I breathe upon your surface that is depth
You make me sure of a reality that never existed before you
And a future that you will never know.

"Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth— inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense." —

Louise Erdrich

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Bucket list:

Climb a mountain

Build a house

raft white waters

go camping
surf

sew more
see macchu picchu
Save the top of the Eiffel Tower, London Eye, and Empire State Building until you're in love

celebrate the lantern festival in thailand, and holi in India
hike the grand canyon
learn conversational spanish and french

go to airport, book random ticket anywhere, go
scuba dive the great barrier reef 
slide on a glacier
cartwheel through the snow
play the guitar

paint more
canoe the fjords 
take a train through the highlands
float in the dead sea
walk from Nazareth to Jerusalem
visit Petra
see the Bohdi tree
touch the Ganges
go hunting
go on a safari
visit every continent
get married
have red headed kids
adopt
teach them all the things I wish I'd learned earlier

fill a room to the brim with balloons
bungee jump

kayak with whales
ski the Rockies
own a motor cycle, preferably Triumph
buy a pair a loubitons
See the Louvre, the Tate, a Starry Night
have a snow ball fight
roadtrip across America
grow a garden
raise chickens
touch the gargoyles on Notre Dame
make a difference in patients' lives
get published
teach and lead in my field
see the Sistine Chapel, St. Peter's Basilica, the David
run a B&B when old
Love
never settle

This officially cements my obsession. Genius. 

The songs are there. They exist all by themselves just waiting for someone to write them down. I just put them down on paper. If I didn't do it, somebody else would.

Book of Isaiah, Chapter 21, verses 5-9:

Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise ye princes, and prepare the shield.

For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.

And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of camels; and he hearkened diligently with much heed.

...And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground."

Samadhi (Sanskrit: समाधि) in Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism and yogic schools is a higher level of concentrated meditation, or dhyāna. In the yoga tradition, it is the eighth and final limb identified in the Yoga Sūtras of Patañjali.

It has been described as a non-dualistic state of consciousness in which the consciousness of the experiencing subject becomes one with the experienced object,^[1] and in which the mind becomes still, one-pointed or concentrated^[2] while the person remains conscious. In Buddhism, it can also refer to an abiding in which mind becomes very still but does not merge with the object of attention, and is thus able to observe and gain insight into the changing flow of experience.^[3]

In Hinduism, samādhi can also refer to videha mukti or the complete absorption of the individual consciousness in the self at the time of death - usually referred to as mahasamādhi.

Finally figured out how to post from my instagram!

The world realized too late what we had done.  Even though we saw the inevitability of the something that was coming. We thought it would be a nuclear holocaust, or perhaps an astrological one.  We thought maybe pollution would do us in, or overpopulation; but no, it was the grass.  Species that we introduced where they didn't belong, slowly crept up, took over, suffocated everything other green thing within their reach, and then slowly began to die themselves.  Like with so many things, we didn't realize until it was too late, there was nothing we could do, nothing to be done.  The animals continued to breath for a while, but then it got harder.  Eventually, we all choked on our own ambition.  I'm sorry.

“We all like to hope that times have changed and the war of the sexes is less like a war and more like a sophisticated dialogue. And yet, when you consider that only 5% of all the artists in the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s collection in 1989 were women, while the Louvre today still has no female artists in their collection of over 35,000 artworks, it’s a pretty shocking state of affairs. The facts suggest that the war still needs to happen.

At the Museum of Modern Art, only 8% of the work exhibited are created by women. The Tate’s female holdings? A whopping 15%. Meanwhile it’s just as bleak in commercial galleries. In 2010, an average of 23% of gallery shows in NY and London featured female artists. What’s more, is that this imbalance doesn’t only exist in fine art. It’s in Fashion, with the leading fashion photographers creating the leading fashion campaigns mostly being men. And it’s in Film, where women hold only 33% of all speaking roles and 7% of all Directors in Hollywood are women. And, the real kicker? There are still ONLY three industries in which women earn more money than men - Pornography, Prostitution and Modelling. What does that tell us?

Well, for one, the statistics don’t lie. We live in a world where man’s version of the world is more prevalent than woman’s which in turn means that the majority of images we see of women are created by men.So, for this exhibition at SHOWstudio Shop we decided to take a look exclusively at what a woman’s version of a woman looks like. Is it different? Is it the same as a man’s? Is an image of a nude woman somehow empowered in the hand’s of a female artist? Does it resist all those traditionally constructed gender roles? Does it mock an unavoidably voyeuristic male gaze? Do the women confront? Or, do we see yet more examples of the female constantly diverting her own eye, facilitating her status as the object to be looked at verses ever being the subject doing the looking, as Laura Mulvey writes in her classic essay “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema?” And is John Berger still right? Though also some 20 years old, in his often-referenced “Ways of Seeing” he contends that “men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves.The surveyor of women in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object – and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.” Does all this still hold true? And if a woman creates an image of a woman, is the male perspective so engrained that she still creates a to-be-looked-at female?

We are aware of the potential short fallings of such a exhibition.We know we’re tipping the imbalance right back the other way. We know we are ghettoizing work by women in their own unique female grotto. And we know we’re not launching the major survey show that this should be in our Mayfair gallery. But, we feel, it’s a start. It’s a conversation. And one that we hope helps us all emerge just a little more aware of just how male gendered our visual culture really is and a little less willing to put up with it. “

- Nick Knight (Selling Sex - an exhibition at SHOWStudio from March 11th to June 1st)

(Image credit: Arm Bends (2011) by Cortney Andrews)

Vhils - Deconstruction from Arrested Motion on Vimeo.

"Stage 4"

you taught me things

like how to walk, how to run

you taught me words

like "please" and "thank you" and "love"

you taught me games

basketball, monopoly, blackjack

you taught me how to drive a car

reverse, shift, clutch

you taught me how to feel safe

you taught me lessons

like learning from your mistakes

you taught me about loving someone

and all of their imperfections

you taught me how to be loved

you taught me to brush my teeth and feed myself

you taught me how to ride a bike

you taught me about God

and how to count to ten in Cherokee

you taught me how to live

And now,

you'll teach me how to lose.

There is a peace within my soul

that even in times of great sadness,

anchors me to the joy of knowing you.

The strength given through you

overwhelms all my weakness

so that i see the light of even the darkest of paths,

as you shepherd me through the dark night.

“For while this year it may be a Catholic against whom the finger of suspicion is pointed, in other years it has been—and may someday be again—a Jew, or a Quaker, or a Unitarian, or a Baptist. It was Virginia’s harassment of Baptist preachers, for example, that led to Jefferson’s statute of religious freedom. Today, I may be the victim, but tomorrow it may be you—until the whole fabric of our harmonious society is ripped apart at a time of great national peril.”

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/comment/2012/02/rick-santorum-meet-hamza-kashgari.html#ixzz1oVTevmp9

MAKEKONYFAMOUS

The Six types of Love

Eros

a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma
love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual

"There is no manlier sport in the world than mountaineering. It is true that all the sports Englishmen take part in are manly, but mountaineering is different from others, because it is sport purely for the sake of sport. There is no question of beating anyone else, as in a race or a game, or of killing an animal or a bird as in hunting or shooting. A mountaineer sets his skill and his strength against the difficulty of getting to the top of a steep peak. Either he conquers the mountain, or it conquers him. If he fails, he keeps on trying until he succeeds. This teaches him perseverance, and proves to him that anything is possible if he is determined to do it." —Elizabeth Hawkins-Whitshed (a.k.a. Mrs. Aubrey Le Blond) from the preface of her book True Tales of Mountain Adventure for Non-climbers Young and Old, 1903.