Monday, February 29, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Friday, February 26, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
illusions
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
sense
I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
David Lynch
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
do not
Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.
Albert Einstein
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
same time
The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.
David Bowie
Monday, February 15, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Saturday, February 13, 2016
sometimes
Sometimes I think that the one thing I love most about being an adult is the right to buy candy whenever and wherever I want.
Ryan Gosling
Friday, February 12, 2016
wonder
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?
Bill Watterson
Thursday, February 11, 2016
perceptions
A test of perceptions: of what to focus on, of what to believe in, in spite of appearances.
Mike Dooley
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
Sunday, February 7, 2016
aware
To be aware of a single shortcoming within oneself is more useful than to be aware of a thousand in somebody else.
The Dalai Lama
Saturday, February 6, 2016
must
To progress in life you must give up the things you do not like. Give up doing things that you do not like to do. You must find things that you do like. The things that are acceptable to your mind.
Agnes Martin
Friday, February 5, 2016
winter
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape--the loneliness of it--the dead feeling of winter. Something awaits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth
Thursday, February 4, 2016
job
The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Woody Allen