Tinaさんのイラストまとめ

Let us see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings.

E.O. Wilson, Consilience: The Unity of Knowledge

art by @artbymitrai #Icarus

"Anything we don't like, we'll turn it into a happy little tree [or elephant:] or something; we don't make mistakes, we just have happy accidents."

Bob Ross

A small accident lead to a 'salvaged' painting, said @lgvd . And look how beautiful it is.. :)

We can learn so much from dogs. About living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy (see John Grogan's "Marley & Me"), seizing the moment, appreciating the simple things like a walk in the park...

"The Dog Park"
by @Artist_Lorayne

Although humans see reality in colour, for me, black and white has always been connected to the image's deeper truth, to its most hidden meaning.

Peter Lindbergh

📷 a rose in #mygarden

It has happened again, the green...
I had forgotten it would happen again.
My heart leaps.
Light flows down and blankets the green
with green as if the light is green,
filled with green sparks.
Even the silence is green.
(Jim Levy)

drawing by @mironele

Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen
die Deckel purpurn in Damast
ich löse seine goldnen Spangen
mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast.
#Rilke

🖌 @sznecke

Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one,
at the end of the path which I've only just begun.
So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp,
at such great distance, so fully manifest *

R.M. Rilke

🎨 @lgvd - on a scrap piece of Fabriano Artistico

There is no art without a poetic aim. There is a species of emotion particular to painting, an effect that results from a certain arrangement of colors, of light, of shadow. It is this that one calls the music of painting.*

@twschaller Piano, Pfanner Palace

No one can explain how the artist can waken to life in us what he has seen and lived through. No words can adequately express that. The vital force of his art comes from what is unspoken in it.

Albert Schweitzer

@twschaller Fountain/Pfanner Palace #pleinair

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
(Sylvia Plath)

Hanna Peterson, "Tranquil"