Friday, August 23, 2013

incredible.

I'm not anti-social. I'm pro-solitude.


Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. ~Pablo Picasso


“The first thing I did in the studio was to want to tear that camera to pieces. I had to know how that film got into the cutting room, what you did to it in there, how you projected it, how you finally got the picture together, how you made things match. The technical part of pictures is what interested me. Material was the last thing in the world I thought about. You only had to turn me loose on the set and I'd have material in two minutes, because I'd been doing it all my life.” -Buster Keaton




My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane. Tom Waits


When love is not madness, it is not love.


If we shall take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


Sunday, August 18, 2013

the question is laid out
for each of us to ask:
whether to hold on 
or to drop the mask.




Thursday, August 15, 2013

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend. ~Henry David Thoreau


i take my pleasures seriously.







vulnerable woods


I feel sadness every day
But it's useful to me
It would be boring if I wasn't challenged
The greatest experiences come from being able to overcome obstacles and emotional situations
I always want to feel
That's a miracle in itself
Even if its sadness
I am all about the inexplicable stuff that life
offers

-B.D.W

Wednesday, August 14, 2013



Do not waste one moment in regret, for to think feelingly of the mistakes of the past is to re-infect yourself
— Neville Goddard
for you who accept this principle and are ready to live by consciously assuming that your wish is already fulfilled, the adventure of life begins. To reach a higher level of being, you must assume a higher concept of yourself.”    -Neville Goddard

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. ~Anaïs Nin


on repeat....

Midnight music~ It must be that time again, the silent of the night has come and swallowed the day. No distractions and…


joan mitchell


Yellow Body by Robert Rauschenberg | 1971