Monday, 31 December 2012

Utopia is not a destination, but a direction


 

  direction, noun

  • a course along which someone or something moves
  • the course which must be taken in order to reach a destination
  • a point to or from which a person or thing moves or faces
  • a general way in which someone or something is developing; a trend or tendency   

    ...any dialogue between them is a step in the right direction

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Not place





















Utopia translates to not place

Friday, 28 December 2012

Monday, 24 December 2012

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Tour en l'air






















A movement in which a dancer jumps straight upward and completes 
at least one full revolution in the air before landing.

Friday, 7 December 2012

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Nomads




















Nomads keep moving for different reasons.
Nomadic foragers move in search of game, edible plants, and water.

Monday, 3 December 2012

Monday, 26 November 2012

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The girl




















The Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill

There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill
I go up to her cabin still
She keeps a lantern lit for me
And a bottle up on her mantelpiece

She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill


She's got a big room and it's always a mess

Worn out shoes and a worn out dress
A worn out smile that she'll wear some more
And a worn out welcome mat by her door

I'd trade big mountains and rooms full of gold

For just one look at the beauty of this woman's soul
Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be
That girl that bottle that mattress and me
                                              
                                       Hüsker Dü, New day rising, 1985

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Someday






















All the adults will die!

Sunday, 16 September 2012

The Hunter


























 

“I have no intentions,” said the hunter with a smile and, to make up 
for his mocking tone, laid a hand on the burgomaster’s knee. 
“I am here. I don’t know any more than that. There’s nothing more I can do. 
My boat is without a helm—it journeys with the wind which blows in the
deepest regions of death.
                                                                                      The Hunter Gracchus

Friday, 14 September 2012

14


Monday, 10 September 2012

Sculpting in time




















 Σταυρόγκιν :     (...) Στην Αποκάλυψη ο άγγελος ορκίζεται ότι δε θα

                       υπάρχει πλέον χρόνος.
Κυρίλοβ :          Το ξέρω. Πολύ σωστά λέγεται εκεί με σαφήνεια και
                       ακρίβεια. Όταν φτάσει ολόκληρος ο άνθρωπος την
                       ευτυχία, τότε δε θα υπάρχει πιά χρόνος γιατί δε χρειάζεται
                       κανείς τίποτα. Πολύ σωστή σκέψη.
Σταυρόγκιν :      Που θα τον κρύψουνε λοιπόν;
Κυρίλοβ :          Πουθενά δε θα τον κρύψουν. Ο χρόνος δεν είναι αντι-
                       κείμενο, μα ιδέα. Θα σβήσει στο μυαλό.
                                                                         
                                                        Φ. Ντοστογέφσκι, Οι δαιμονισμένοι

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Monday, 20 August 2012

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Monday, 13 August 2012

Friday, 10 August 2012

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Saturday, 4 August 2012

Monday, 30 July 2012

Saturday, 28 July 2012

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Thursday, 26 July 2012

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Friday, 20 July 2012

Monday, 16 July 2012

Friday, 13 July 2012

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Friday, 6 July 2012

Wednesday, 4 July 2012