𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 “𝘢𝘨𝘦” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 “𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦?” 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦!”

"J’ai eu mon premier enfant à 40 ans, le second à 45. À 50 ans, j’ai joué dans un film de James Bond. Et je ne troquerais rien de tout cela pour revenir à mes 20 ans. Quand on est jeune, on possède la beauté du diable, comme disent les Français : une beauté brute, inconsciente, presque dangereuse. Mais à 50 ans… c’est une autre forme de beauté qui naît en soi. Une beauté qui n’a plus besoin d’approbation, ni de maquillage, ni de regards extérieurs. Une beauté qui puise sa force à l’intérieur. Et cette force n’a rien à voir avec le corps. Elle tient à la liberté, à l’expérience, à l’amour de soi." Monica Bellucci

Is there a more romantic moment in literature than when Captain Wentworth writes, “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I may have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes?”

"El amor no tiene lógica ni razón: es un acto de fe en lo desconocido, un salto al vacío con los ojos cerrados". - Isabel Allende.

Mi cuaderno de viaje de Irlanda del Norte. No os imagináis cómo he disfrutado descubriendo estos lugares con mi cuaderno, parando el tiempo en cada pincelada y saboreando el viaje sin prisa. @DescubreIrlanda #IrlandaSinPrisa #IrlandaMasQueUnViaje #AmoIrlanda #watercolor publi

No matter how advanced society gets, humans will always just want to sit next to a large body of water and stare at it.

「秋晴れ」 #watercolor #水彩画 #透明水彩 #旅の詩 #光を運ぶ者

"Deberíamos tratar de ser los padres de nuestro futuro, no los descendientes de nuestro pasado". Miguel de Unamuno

Franz Kafka, en uno de sus fragmentos más íntimos y vulnerables, a Milena: «Estoy cansado, no puedo pensar en nada y solo quiero recostar mi rostro en tu regazo, sentir tu mano en mi cabeza y permanecer así por toda la eternidad».

Here is a translation of his Korean version of Home: There are places where we each feel a certain sense of comfort, right? A cafe, a restaurant we go to often. There are all sorts of places like that But home is just that. Home And in English, the word home has a very special meaning, doesn’t it? It holds the way I move through my daily life, the furniture I like, the level of lighting that makes me feel at ease. Things like that They say you can get to know a person by looking at their home So these are all things that make me feel comfortable. And while this is of course different from my actual home, I think the overall mood is pretty similar There’s one thing that’s a little different though There’s a painting by Son Sang Ki. It’s a painting of a living room, with another painting hanging on the wall inside it. So it’s a painting within a painting. And the work is called Irony from his Artificial City series Son Sang Ki lived in very difficult circumstances, in a house that was practically falling apart in Ahyeondong, an area of Seoul that was undergoing redevelopment at the time He also had a disability & was very short in stature. And he was always painting these towering walls of Seoul. White walls. These impossibly high walls that seemed to stretch endlessly above him. He painted them a lot. But this particular work is unusual. It depicts what is very obviously a wealthy person’s home, a beautiful house furnished with expensive-looking European furniture. And there, hanging on the wall, is one of his own paintings. He’s painting the irony of that And I had this work hanging in my own living room. Whenever I looked at it, I felt a little uncomfortable, a little called out, I suppose. I’d find myself wondering, am I becoming just another boring, stuffy rich guy? And whenever I have thoughts like that, I look at this painting I’m a creator, too. And of course, I’ve worked hard & I’ve been fortunate enough to earn the things I have. But this work constantly reminds me to think about how I use what I’ve been given & what I should be creating from here on That’s what this work means to me And then there’s the book by Guston displayed next to it. Philip Guston has been getting a lot of renewed attention lately. People call him an artist’s artist. Things like that. But originally, he was working in Abstract Expressionism, like Rothko. And then, around the time of the Vietnam War, he suddenly returned to figurative painting, in this very cartoon-like style. And he got so much criticism for it. Really, a lot Even his fellow painters turned their backs on him. Critics said he was making these ridiculous, almost joke-like figurative paintings. But what really stays with me is his decision to abandon this whole artistic world he’d built, a world in which he’d already flourished & to be born again as an artist There’s something he said around that time. It was along the lines of: with the Vietnam War going on out there, I don’t know what I’m doing, waking up in the morning just to go and paint red over blue again He said something like that. So he abandoned the world he’d created for himself & began bringing social issues into his work And I find myself wondering, would I ever be able to make that kind of decision? Could I one day walk away from the world I’ve been a part of? It’s something that keeps me a little on edge I think things like this can be part of a home, too. Because a home isn’t something fixed. It’s something we can move on from, something that can change So I think I’ll continue to love art, to love visual art, for a long time to come. Um, it’s very much a home. It really is But at the same time, it constantly makes me uncomfortable. It keeps pushing me, again & again, out of my safe zone, out of my comfort zone That’s the role it plays for me

Maybe the reason why nature feels so peaceful is because nothing is trying to be anything other than what it is.