Posts tagged Beauty and Mystery

It is easy to appreciate the spectacle, the fantastic. ~ü [Image: Gran Elefandret, Sculpture of an Elephant Balancing on its Trunk in NYC]

It is easy to appreciate the spectacle, the fantastic.

~ü

[Image: Gran Elefandret, Sculpture of an Elephant Balancing on its Trunk in NYC]

Laughing Squid

Wabi Sabi - The Art of the Understatement [Image: Sinnen Snow (2010)]

Wabi Sabi - The Art of the Understatement

[Image: Sinnen Snow (2010)]

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The NPR Classical 50 - A Weekly Guide to Essential Classics

John Dowland’s Art Of Melancholy presented by Ted Libbey and Fred Child

Much of John Dowland’s (1563-1626) music is sad and melancholy, but that’s not to say that he was a self-pitying person. In his time, melancholy was the sign of a superior individual, of someone who was mature and capable of deep feeling. Dowland was a fine artist capable of giving voice to what was considered an appropriate emotion. ~ John Dowland’s Art Of Melancholy by Ted Libbey

Much of John Dowland’s (1563-1626) music is sad and melancholy, but that’s not to say that he was a self-pitying person. In his time, melancholy was the sign of a superior individual, of someone who was mature and capable of deep feeling. Dowland was a fine artist capable of giving voice to what was considered an appropriate emotion.

~ John Dowland’s Art Of Melancholy by Ted Libbey

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Secrets have a mistaken sense of dignity.  Because secrets have to be exclusionary by their very essence people take pride in the secrets that they know.  Mystery is dignified.  Secrets are selfish.  I try not to keep them. ~ü [Image by ck/ck]

Secrets have a mistaken sense of dignity.  Because secrets have to be exclusionary by their very essence people take pride in the secrets that they know.  Mystery is dignified.  Secrets are selfish.  I try not to keep them.

~ü

[Image by ck/ck]

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To make something beautiful, don’t be afraid to be honest and transparent - the mystery will reveal itself. ~ü [Image: Paolo Roversi Nudi 1998 - Model: Angela Lindvall]

To make something beautiful, don’t be afraid to be honest and transparent - the mystery will reveal itself.

~ü

[Image: Paolo Roversi Nudi 1998 - Model: Angela Lindvall]

moldavia

Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don’t say that you’ve wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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I’ve had a love affair with Europa ever since Arthur C. Clarke suggested life beneath the icy surface in the book 2061.  Nothing is more romantic or mysterious than those silent rocks floating through the sky.  Beautiful. ~ü

I’ve had a love affair with Europa ever since Arthur C. Clarke suggested life beneath the icy surface in the book 2061.  Nothing is more romantic or mysterious than those silent rocks floating through the sky.  Beautiful.

~ü

eruptedrainbow

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman down beside you at the counter who says,’ Last night, the channel was full of starfish,’ And you wonder, is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Eleanor Lerman, from Starfish

airwalker

Lamentations have lost their place in today’s prosaic world.  Escapism trumps contemplation.  Memories are offlined, commoditized online and then referenced wistfully as people click through virtual photo albums.  Rarely are these the moments that have changed our lives.  Those moments are locked deep inside each one of us,  referenced only in the deepest hours of the night. ~ü [Image: Alfred Guillou Farewell 1892]

Lamentations have lost their place in today’s prosaic world.  Escapism trumps contemplation.  Memories are offlined, commoditized online and then referenced wistfully as people click through virtual photo albums.  Rarely are these the moments that have changed our lives.  Those moments are locked deep inside each one of us,  referenced only in the deepest hours of the night.

~ü

[Image: Alfred Guillou Farewell 1892]

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