A writer — and, I believe, generally all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
Jorge Luis Borges, Twenty Conversations with Borges, Including a Selection of Poems : Interviews by Roberto Alifano, 1981–1983 (1984)

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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.

He had caught a far other butterfly than this. When the artist rose high enough to achieve the beautiful, the symbol by which he made it perceptible to mortal senses became of little value in his eyes while his spirit possessed itself in the enjoyment of the reality.
Nathaniel Hawthorne (by way of Marly Youmans)

photojojo:

Tiemen Rapati took 500+ self-portraits Noah Kalina style and combined them all into one photo!

Tiemen’s Composite of 500+ Self-Portraits

via Sympathy; Feltron

This may be the closest thing to photographing someone’s memory over time that’s ever been done. Is this what a person really looks like in our heads—not one image but a melange of a few or a dozen or a hundred encounters?

(via apetersen)

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