"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember that Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to." - Jim Jarmusch
For years I have saved a smörgåsbord of images and never looked at them again. I saved them because, for one reason or another (even if I can't remember) they have moved me in some shape or form. Some things here are mine, others are not. I decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon and use this as a scrapbook/sketchbook/treasure chest/etc. to store said images/quotes/ideas/artwork/things that catch my fancy. If you see something here that is yours, please let me know and I will give credit where credit is due. All pictures here belong to their respective owners and I take no credit unless they are my own ideas/artwork/photographs/etc. Nevertheless, I truly do believe that originality is non-existent...
I like the color red, photography, vampires, movies, traveling, art, cooking/baking, and cats (among many other things, Skjønner du?). I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with my husband. As Margaret Atwood so eloquently stated, I too "believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise."
Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.
—Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via luminaired)
A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.