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sea etiketine sahip kayıtlar gösteriliyor. Tüm kayıtları göster

16 Ocak 2011 Pazar

24 Aralık 2010 Cuma

sewt, tears, or the salt sea / ter, gözyaşı ya da tuz denizi

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Do you know a cure for me?
"Why yes", he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."
"Salt water? "I asked him.
"Yes", he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."

karen blixen: seven gothic tales
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this one was for Sibel Diker, lovely artist living in istanbul at the moment. we were exchanging emails about this exhibit we will put up soon...
and she shared some ideas that got me inspired! she is onto a very strong thing. and so again a series of connections and i come across the quote above.
sweat, tears or the salt sea.

i swim in my dreams. i do not remember. still i have a feeling that i swim in my dreams.
star gazer, daydrifter... shapeshifterNightGAzer... nightDrifter... yes coming up with new self-expressions
re-born in vienna.
i believe so.


12 Aralık 2010 Pazar

stories and other fragile things (always striving)

a fish about to slip back into the sea

suk; naschmarkt

on the way to semperdepot


karlsplatz, accidental rainbow, only on sunny days onlt at thr right angle

monument to the fly; october 2010; vienna; schillerplatz



"Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it."
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"She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here."

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"..It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill."
Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things)

8 Aralık 2010 Çarşamba

voyager and sea / 1, 2, 3: murakami


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"It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."


2
"Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear."


3
"For both of us, it had simply been too enormous an experience. We shared it by
not talking about it. Does this make any sense?"