Forgot about this, important find, from late August.

High on mushrooms with my best friend on my 22nd birthday, sitting in the dirt, watching him play in the trees on the mountain, all of time seemed to have collapsed on itself, and at the risk of sounding like hocus pocus, everything in material reality seemed like a big inside joke. It seemed obvious to me that our bodies are new, but our souls old, if old is even measurable at all; but that the soul and body are not the same. Faced with the physical reality that is my body; one of a young woman, of what I’ve learned is “classically beautiful”, “striking”, a genetic lottery of sorts, and at the same time, in a constant immune battle against itself and in near daily danger just for existing, just for being a female person, the lesser sex; all things I struggle to consolidate inside myself everyday, I remembered, re~learnt, decided, that my body carries lessons I can learn, this time around. That the vessel I carry doesn’t define me, and doesn’t decide my fate necessarily, but has much to teach, it has much to inform my experience of living, and is an essential tool in my art.

Just a bunch of pretty pictures:

Here’s a non-specific collection from my favourite pictures stash. Unfortunately most were pulled from the internet before I had any intention of using them, so I’m not able to site anything. But I’ve just been craving to share them!

Immediate reaction: “Ah! Amazing!”

Art.Love.Sex » Wash-Rinse-Repeat by Miklos Legrady.

…and then this, made me laugh a lot. I love it, it’s like my ideal valentines day picture.

also via the Art.Love.Sex blog but uncredited.

And, another beauty I found today while researching this ‘sex-blogger-scandal’:

 

Appropriately titled ‘Blue Monday’ and possibly taken of/by the blogger herself, who goes by the pseudonym, ‘Marie Calloway’, but I’m not positive.

Amazing!