Originality is non-existent...

"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."

I am going to continue to pass this one along…

A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.”

He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it…?” Still the hands were up in the air. “Well,…” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless, but no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE. You are special - Don’t EVER forget it.”

Count your blessings, not your problems.

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