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February 01 2018

Rozbierałem Cię myślami setki razy, więc nie musisz się wstydzić.  
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January 27 2018

Kopernik nie miał racji.
obraca się wokół ciebie.
— Krystyna Gucewicz
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January 19 2018

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January 18 2018

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January 17 2018

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January 13 2018

Milczenie nie jest złotem. Milczenie jest paskudnym kłamstwem. Milczenie jest najpaskudniejszym ze wszystkich kłamstw.
— M. Hłasko "Pijany o dwunastej w południe"
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January 12 2018

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by Tina Sokolovskaya
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January 11 2018

Mężczyzna, każdy mężczyzna, ma w sobie, nic o tym nie wiedząc, jakąś głęboko ukrytą moc, która budzi się w nim prędzej czy później, gdy spotka kogoś, o kim może powiedzieć: ta albo żadna. 
— Vincent Van Gogh, listy do brata
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January 02 2018

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December 22 2017

You smile at the extravagance of your dream, and yet you feel that this tissue of absurdity contained some real idea, something that belongs to your true life,—something that exists, and has always existed, in your heart. You search your dream for some prophecy that you were expecting.
— F. Dostojewski „Idiota”
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November 08 2017


Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.

— Pierce Brown
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October 26 2017

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.
— K. Gibran
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October 21 2017

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October 13 2017

I didn’t say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via jaded-mandarin)

October 07 2017

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September 30 2017

Moim praw­dzi­wym obo­wiązkiem jest oca­lić włas­ne marzenia.
— Arthur Schopenhauer
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September 15 2017


If by intellectual you mean somebody who works only with his head and not with his hands, then the bank clerk is an intellectual and Michelangelo is not. And today, with a computer, everybody is an intellectual. So I don’t think it has anything to do with someone’s profession or with someone’s social class. According to me, an intellectual is anyone who is creatively producing new knowledge. A peasant who understands that a new kind of graft can produce a new species of apples has at that moment produced an intellectual activity. Whereas the professor of philosophy who all his life repeats the same lecture on Heidegger doesn’t amount to an intellectual. Critical creativity—criticizing what we are doing or inventing better ways of doing it—is the only mark of the intellectual function. 

— Umberto Eco, „The Art of Fiction, No. 197”, The Paris Review (Summer 2008, No. 185); źródło: http://orwell.tumblr.com/
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September 12 2017

Write beautifully what people don’t want to hear.
— Frederick Seidel
(via pre-party)
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August 29 2017

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things I love.
— Marc Chagall
(via snakecharmer)
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So somebody on my Facebook posted this. And I’ve seen sooooo many memes like it. Images of a canvas with nothing but a slash cut into it, or a giant blurry square of color, or a black circle on a white canvas. There are always hundreds of comments about how anyone could do that and it isn’t really art, or stories of the time someone dropped a glove on the floor of a museum and people started discussing the meaning of the piece, assuming it was an abstract found-objects type of sculpture.

The painting on the left is a bay or lake or harbor with mountains in the background and some people going about their day in the foreground. It’s very pretty and it is skillfully painted. It’s a nice piece of art. It’s also just a landscape. I don’t recognize a signature style, the subject matter is far too common to narrow it down. I have no idea who painted that image.

The painting on the right I recognized immediately. When I was studying abstraction and non-representational art, I didn’t study this painter in depth, but I remember the day we learned about him and specifically about this series of paintings. His name was Ad Reinhart, and this is one painting from a series he called the ultimate paintings. (Not ultimate as in the best, but ultimate as in last.)

The day that my art history teacher showed us Ad Reinhart’s paintings, one guy in the class scoffed and made a comment that it was a scam, that Reinhart had slapped some black paint on the canvas and pretentious people who wanted to look smart gave him money for it. My teacher shut him down immediately. She told him that this is not a canvas that someone just painted black. It isn’t easy to tell from this photo, but there are groups of color, usually squares of very very very dark blue or red or green or brown. They are so dark that, if you saw them on their own, you would call each of them black. But when they are side by side their differences are apparent. Initially you stare at the piece thinking that THAT corner of the canvas is TRUE black. Then you begin to wonder if it is a deep green that only appears black because the area next to it is a deep, deep red. Or perhaps the “blue” is the true black and that red is actually brown. Or perhaps the blue is violet and the color next to it is the true black. The piece challenges the viewer’s perception. By the time you move on to the next painting, you’re left to wonder if maybe there have been other instances in which you believe something to be true but your perception is warped by some outside factor. And then you wonder if ANY of the colors were truly black. How can anything be cut and dry, black and white, when even black itself isn’t as absolute as you thought it was?

People need to understand that not all art is about portraying a realistic image, and that technical skills (like the ability to paint a scene that looks as though it may have been photographed) are not the only kind of artistic skills. Some art is meant to be pretty or look like something. Other art is meant to carry a message or an idea, to provoke thought.

Reinhart’s art is utterly genius.

“But anyone could have done that! It doesn’t take any special skill! I could have done that!”

Ok. Maybe you could have. But you didn’t.

Give abstract art some respect. It’s more important than you realize.

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