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Madame Gres.
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
Stephen Hawking (via nuit-noir)
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Leonardo da Vinci
Madame Gres.
Madame Gres.
Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
G.K. Chesterton
1960s Architecture, Roehampton.
1960s Architecture.
We are approaching the moment.
The moment between day and night.
The uneasy unknowing of what that means.
The harsh winter sun light beating down.
The crisp air turning black.
Clouds surround us in a strange orange.
Where are we heading?
Is the night beginning?
What will we gain from this recurring unknown?
