J-art
Camping cup. Oil on board, 29 x 29 cm.
The cup. Oil on board, 28 x 34 cm.
Paintings on wood, mioke
Paintings on wood, mioke
(Source: crookedascension, via freakyfootbruh)
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we all return.
The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin (via quiethouses)
The Worst Things In Life Come Free To Us: Some Days - James Baldwin <3
Some days worry
some days glad
some days
more than make you mad.Some days,
some days, more than shine:
when you see what’s coming
on down the line!Some days you say,
oh, not me never - !
Some days you say
bless God forever.
Some days, you say,
curse God, and die
and the day comes when you…
(Source: lostinurbanism)




