The Great Starry Void
The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.

Ximena CristiBouquet à  la Fenêtre, 1920

This and some other original drawings are now for sale, take a look here. Works made between 2011 and 2014.

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# "I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for."
Jonathan Safron Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via spenserstevens)

(Source: theunquotables, via potea)


moroccan textile - black sheep unique

Miroslav Tichý