Richard Hawley’s Don’t Stare at the Sun

Good art makes us see something we normally don't.

Credit to director George Belfield.

Time and Beauty

Time plays a big part in our discovery of beauty. Either we observe a thing for hours, or quicker, we condense hours of observation into few minutes.

EXISTENCE A TIMELAPSE PROJECT from Michael Shainblum on Vimeo.

Lying on a beach, I gazed upon the sky, through the clouds and into the bluest void, I made a journey to infinity and back.

FLY

However you are (I am) cynical, pessimistic and melancholic, there's always little something inside that's agitated, quietly yearning to be somewhere a bit beyond, to be someone a bit better, to do something a bit more wonderful…yes it's to FLY… like a bird… to the sky… to the sun… to the Light…

I wish I could say something more, instead, I could only ask: Isn't it beautiful?

King Creosote & Jon Hopkins

Radiant

The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or "good," but simply to be radiant. I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, calm courage and good will. I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural, clean in mind and clean in body, unaffected—ready to say "I do not know," if it be so, and to meet all men on an absolute equality—to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid.

I wish others to live their lives, too—up to their highest, fullest and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, interfere, dictate, give advice that is not wanted, or assist when my services are not needed. If I can help people, I'll do it by giving them a chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be by example, inference, and suggestion, rather than by injunction and dictation. That is to say, I desire to be radiant—to radiate life.

Love, Life & Work – Elbert Hubbard

Ride of Passage

Ride of Passage No. 1, Oil on board, 8"x10"

Ride of Passage No. 2, Oil on board, 8"x10"

to
the time we rode,
the path we trod,
the land we wasted,
the paradise we lost.

Merry Christmas...



...and Happy New Year!

Of night and light and the half-light

Untitled, Oil on canvas, 8"x10"

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeast