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glassribbon
When we are in front of an abstract painting, we have the license to interpret in any way we want. Or music—music is a medium that we might not understand, but that we feel and enjoy. But in the case of cinema many expect to receive a clear and unified message, but what I’m suggesting is that a film could be experienced as a poem, a painting, or a piece of music.
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“  A screenshot of a Google image search in the mobile app. While Internet connection is unstable, image thumbnails load as block colours taking hue from the dominant or average colour of the source image. This screenshot is then...
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A screenshot of a Google image search in the mobile app. While Internet connection is unstable, image thumbnails load as block colours taking hue from the dominant or average colour of the source image. This screenshot is then put into instagram and had a filter applied to add false texture and gradients, with almost all other editing effects used to warp colours further. 

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contrariansoul-deactivated20180
The soul is like a wild animal—tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient and yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal, the last thing we should do is to go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to come out. But if we are willing to walk quietly into the woods and sit silently for an hour or two at the base of a tree, the creature we are waiting for may well emerge, and out of the corner of an eye we will catch a glimpse of the precious wildness we seek.
Parker Palmer, Let Your Life Speak (via contrariansoul)
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For if I am confounded by you, then you are already of me, and I am nowhere without you. I cannot muster the “we” except by finding the way in which I am tied to “you,” by trying to translate but finding that my own language must break up and yield if I am to know you. You are what I gain through this disorientation and loss. This is how the human comes into being, again and again, as that which we have yet to know.
Judith Butler, Precarious Life: The Power of Mourning and Violence (via bellsinwinter)
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