January 2012
I work best when I’m unedited, uncompromised
– Ellen Weinstein Talks With Marcos Chin.
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lucyengelman:
I am becoming a bit hesitant about posting anymore illustrations because of all the removing citations that has been happening with my posts in the past. I originally joined tumblr to get some exposure. I work really hard on what I create and am trying to make a living off of it. please respect…
Homai Vyarawalla :
Director: Anik Gosh | Producer: C. S. Lakshmi Genre: Documentary | Produced In: 2006 | Story Teller’s Country: India
Tags: Asia, India
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Synopsis: Homai Vyarawalla, born in 1913 into a priestly family in Navsari, Gujarat, was the first woman photo journalist in the country. Beginning her career as a photographer with the Bombay...
I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live...
– Muhammad Ali: In His Own Words (via life)
It was not a man speaking, nor a woman. It was a serpent, coiled about the branch of a tree a little above the level of Timou’s head. It was jet-black above, with an intricate pattern of gold worked into the scales of its throat and belly. Its head was tapered and graceful, its eyes golden, slit-pupiled like the eyes of a cat, utterly unreadable. Its tongue, when it spoke, was long and black. Its...
Seth's Blog: Declaring victory →
Whenever you start a project, you should have a plan for finishing it.
One outcome is to declare victory, to find that moment when you have satisfied your objectives and reached a goal.
The other outcome, which feels like a downer but is almost as good, is to declare failure, to realize that you’ve run out of useful string and it’s time to move on. I think the intentional act of...
For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don’t enjoy getting up and...
– Andy Rooney
(via outcamethesun)
Today, just do a little bit, so that I can do a lot of bit.
That’s how...
– www.tut.com
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and learn to love the...
– Rainer Maria Rilke
With no warning he grabbed the front of Quentin’s coat and pushed him up against the wall of the House.
“Don’t you get it? I don’t know where it comes from! I do a spell, I don’t know if it’s going work or not!” His normally soft, placid face had worked itself into a mask of anger. “You look for the power, and it’s just there! Me, I never know! I never know if it’s going to be there when I need...
“The sky was a luminous royal blue dome swarming with huge lazy whorls of stars, van Gogh stars that would have been invisible in Brooklyn, drowned in light pollution.”
~ An excerpt from the book ‘The Magicians’ by Lev Grossman