and the bleeding rose has bloomed out of her.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(48)
-
▼
November
(24)
- es kommen haertere tage
- when in dreams
- Green Tea Mochi
- and the bleeding rose has bloomed out of her.
- and what is it to be the sister (3)
- Soft eyes Soft fingers
- go to sleep My Gentle One
- she hasn't come. the image died. there was nothing...
- The woman who calls herself the Gentle One and who...
- and what is it to be the sister (2)
- death of the innocent
- For Ana of the Thousand Stars, the silence she's y...
- STELĂ TRECĂTOARE - Victor Segalen
- Stèle provisoire - Victor Segalen
- This is the end beautiful friend
- No title
- Ophelia by Millais
- and what is it to be the sister (1)
- Wie soll ich me...
- No title
- I should not speak today
- Das Romantische ist also ein Perspectiv oder vielm...
- if murasaki hadn't existed
- i'd have invented her
-
▼
November
(24)
Labels
- about photography (14)
- Alejandra (3)
- ars poetica (7)
- autumn (38)
- balloons (4)
- Belogradchik fortress (2)
- Berlin (5)
- birds (5)
- black (51)
- blue (21)
- butterflies (2)
- Carpathians (6)
- clouds (10)
- cohen (5)
- colours (30)
- countryside (1)
- craiova (8)
- Danube plain (2)
- death (57)
- dream women (10)
- drunk (10)
- end (1)
- evanescence (4)
- exhortations (4)
- expressionist poetics (3)
- fields (20)
- fish (5)
- fruit (8)
- grace (40)
- gratitude (5)
- hands (26)
- happy (2)
- homage to botanique (1)
- Horezu (10)
- however (4)
- impressionist poetics (4)
- in-between (2)
- Italy (6)
- Japan (60)
- journey (12)
- joy (2)
- kanji stories (2)
- last meeting (5)
- light (32)
- loneliness (4)
- longing (31)
- lotus (10)
- m (29)
- Manuela's guest (1)
- me/imagining (67)
- memory (39)
- mirror (3)
- mist (9)
- mountain (17)
- mourning (1)
- music (7)
- my dolls (3)
- my flowers (112)
- my japanese self (32)
- my mythological selves/goddesses (3)
- my secret girl (14)
- my secret women (122)
- my untold stories (15)
- night (32)
- palimpsest (5)
- paris (5)
- past unreal conditional (15)
- pictorialist poetics (2)
- poetics of tea (18)
- poetics of wonder (9)
- poetique des elements (44)
- poppies (1)
- pottery (5)
- quiet (7)
- rain (5)
- realities that I fail (9)
- red (8)
- Romania (6)
- romantic manifesto (1)
- roses (29)
- sad (4)
- sea (3)
- shelter (7)
- spring (51)
- summer (45)
- sweet irony (2)
- the blooming forest (7)
- the demonic (9)
- the floating bridge of dreams (8)
- the Foolishness-project (2)
- the impossible (1)
- the kiss (5)
- the prayer of the objects series (1)
- the sister (5)
- this pleasure so dark (7)
- time (25)
- Tree of Life (31)
- tulips (4)
- vases (1)
- veil (5)
- Veliko-Tarnovo (2)
- video (11)
- when the child was a child (32)
- wings of desire (6)
- winter (32)
- winter trilogy (2)
- writing (3)
all texts and photographs belong to me unless otherwise noted.
even if it's not the season. Beautiful views of you
ReplyDeleteje te remercie pour ton mot. il y avait tant de tristesse dans les yeux de la fille que la rose a du etre morte avant de fleurir. et lorsqu'elle a fleuri, les yeux de la fille ont disparu de l'image. non, ils ont cesse d'exister.
ReplyDeleteles aveugles ne cessent pas d'exister, et certains retrouvent la vue.
ReplyDelete