"In Nepal, the air had been filled with smells — whether in the towns, where burning incense combined with the aromas of roasting meats and honeyed pastries and fruits for trade in the open market, and the stench of organic refuse rotting in the ravines, and sometimes of corpses being cremated by the river; or in the high mountains, where the wind carried the whiffs of countless wildflowers, and of newly turned earth outside the villages where the fragrant dung of yaks was drying in round patties on the outer walls of the houses, to be used, when dry, as fuel for the household fires, and where smoke from those many home fires always mingled in the outside air. And sounds as well: the chants of aspiring monks and adepts blended with the ringing of prayer bells on near and distant slopes, accompanied by the raucous croaks of ravens, and the sigh of the wind pouring over the passes, and the flapping of prayer flags, and the distant rush of the river through the far-below gorge.
"There the air was a thick and richly textured presence, filled with invisible but nonetheless tactile, olfactory, and audible influences. In the United States, however, the air seemed thin and void of substance or influence. It was not, here, a sensuous medium — the felt matrix of our breath and the breath of the other animals and plants and soils — but was merely an absence, and indeed was constantly referred to in everyday discourse as mere empty space."
“Art is giving yourself permission to translate life. Exactly the way you feel. See. And hear it. Be the artist you are. Give yourself permission to speak your own language.”—Nayyirah Waheed (via theglasschild)
“To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.”—Osho (via lazyyogi)
This semester is by far the most intense I’ve had at MCAD yet but I’m gonna make a lot of great work (when I get off Tumblr…) and next semester is gonna be the chillest ever omg and I still have no clue what I’m doing after graduation, too many options.
whos ready to challenge the idea that in order to be an artist u cant be a goofball or a powerhouse of positivity with me? whos ready to challenge the idea that art must come from a place of loneliness, desperation, sadness, etc or else be invalid? who the fuck is ready to get this party started
“I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of season, how without grief they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal.”—May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude (via elige)