Sky jellyfish

Paratroopers over Moscow, 1940’s.
Yakov Rumkin

They punctuate words never to be written in the sky.

(Source: variousstatesofsleep)

She says she “…was born in the week of theatre.”

As her friend, and occasional makeup artist, I’m inclined to believe it. 

My daughter’s eyes.
RIP

This peninsula, carved crudely and artfully by water—as it has carved my life. 




 

Camo. Jenga. Favela.

Laventille.

 

Contours of a foot well travelled… 

through the relentless terrain of the artist’s mind, that is. 

(Source: alexej)

Sweet Trinidad & Tobago.  When I think of where I stand at the moment, only paint can best describe it. In some ways, you can say we ‘live for paint’ here. Peter Doig tells of the landscape.