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Tara Donovan

Lots of acrylic rods, and stacks of buttons. Insane. The breathtaking work of Brooklyn based installation artist Tara Donovan.

(Source: vivr-e)

I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change. 

--Virginia Woolf, from The Waves 

"There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.”  

--Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape

Ancient Egyptian yogi found here

Eartha Kitt

The amazing Eartha Kitt in Halasana and singing about being evil. Yes!
Found via blackyogis

"...Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking..."

-- Steve Jobs

Sunday Tune

Sunday Tune

Saturday Cartoon

IN PARADISUM from SHUETI on Vimeo.

Saturday Poem

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded Forms of long-past History.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading;
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

-- Emily Bronte

(Art: Rebecca Bird.)

Found here

Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom. 

--Viktor Frankl

French Textiles

French Textiles

Kiki Smith

Still from 'L'Étoile de mer', Man Ray (1928)

the task in hand

"She felt panic. She had with some pain cleared this small space and time to think in and now thought seemed impossible. She remembered from what now seemed the astonishing free and spacious days of her education the phenomenon of the first day's work on a task. One had to peel one's mind from its run of preoccupations: coffee to buy, am I in love, the yellow dress needs cleaning, Tim is unhappy, what is wrong with Marcus, how shall I live my life? It took time before the task in hand seemed possible, and more still before it became imperative and obsessive. There had to be a time before thought, a woolgathering time when nothing happened, a time of yawning, of wandering eyes and feet, of reluctance to do what would finally become delightful and energetic."

A.S. Byatt, Still Life

"You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem."

--Helen Vendler 

(Image: Oko Dancing, 2013 by Jordan Sullivan)

This is BRILLIANT! Good find goldlionaz!

Rio Jardim Botanico by Marcelo Gomes from artbookstand

Simple practice.

Your first job when approaching movement is to lose tension.
Tension = unnecessary effort in any given movement or shape.
The skill is in moving without bringing your old tension with you. Ofcourse, this takes time and regular interested practice.

Whatever your 'movement practice' is today can you watch for when unnecessary holding/griping/tension creeps in and then repeat the movement without tension if necessary? Make your practice about the quality of the process rather then a final shape or number of reps or time held.

Ofcourse this process is about developing awareness more then anything else, and the intention is that that awareness seeps into every aspect of your moving life - not just the way your knee is pointing in a squat...

Where there is quality and attention there is LOVE. 

Untitled by Camille Vignaud from artbookstand

“Many African societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead. They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote. When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalised ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many … can be recalled by name. But they are not the living-dead. There is a difference.”

― James W. Loewen, Lies My Teacher Told Me

Gabriel Orozco