The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book.
- Wallace Stevens
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Thinker and Luisa are back, one year later, with the blog Quoted
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
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- 'May I have your wing, my dear?'
- Thinking of home.
- Jester
- A new face
- Home(s)
- Hidden
- Sentinels
- Why
- Things going on below the roofs
- I am grass.
- Life began.
- An oasis.
- Invisible dagger.
- The window of my tower.
- As near to the edge as I can go.
- Again and again.
- If you don't know where you are going, any road wi...
- Fruit for the soul
- A gate to happiness
- Wind and trees whispering
- Encounters
- On my way
- A morning promise
- Stars and reflections. The beauty of reality.
- Waiting for my wings.
- The reader became the book.
- Must keep moving.
- Melting and reflecting.
- Work and Man, an interdependence relationship.
- Like driving a car at night.
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4 comments:
Great, i like how you actually managed to put a house in the book:) And all that in your favorite color!
I am curious, what is the text about?
Glad you like it, thanks Thinker :)
it's actually an old image when I used to photograph my notebooks :)
I had to go back to the image to try and remember what I was writing here. It began with something about conceptualism and photography (for my paper) and then - as usually - I got lost on my thoughts while I wrote and I began writing about myself and the feeling of not being at home, being caught by a nostalgia, being caught by dilemas of going vs staying and so on. And for some reaon, I made a drawing of a house exaclty how my mum used to draw it when I and my sister were really little :)
I like the photo and its story very much.
I too used to write things in notebooks before this era of keyboards came. And i miss the charm of it, the smell of paper and the unique hand-written words..
yes, notebooks are so precious... it's always great to begin and finish one. I still keep some and still write on new ones, all the time :)
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