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Beautiful Melancholy

A blog dedicated to finding beauty out of sadness and the mundane.

carlosbaila:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

So beautiful…

(via salamicorpse)

decembre:

Marina Abramović and Ulay

Breathing In / Breathing Out, 1977

This performance consisted of the two artists seated in front of each other, connected at the mouth. They took in each other’s breaths until all of their available oxygen had been used up. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in both artists collapsing unconscious to the floor, having filled their lungs with carbon dioxide. This personal piece explored the idea of an individual’s ability to absorb the life of another person, exchanging and destroying it. (Wikipedia)

Marina Abramović is such an amazing performance artist, her body of work is so beautiful…

(via beauty-and-terror)

ilovecharts:

This flow chart explains the crazy, incestuous, awesome Stephanides family in Jeffrey Eugenides book ‘Middlesex’
-Gillian James 

Such an amazing novel, definitely one of my all-time favorite work of fiction…

ilovecharts:

This flow chart explains the crazy, incestuous, awesome Stephanides family in Jeffrey Eugenides book ‘Middlesex’

-Gillian James 

Such an amazing novel, definitely one of my all-time favorite work of fiction…

Random Thought No.36 by Wesley Mayer

My heart was disfigured, burned by another wounded soul, both of us unable to love, our problems and sadness the only connection we shared.

That Final Voyage of The Last Ship of Fools by Wesley Mayer

Sanity is a hard thing to keep when the world seems like a giant ship of fools, ready to run into that iceberg that spells that final doom, to transmit that last S.O.S., the dot and dashes that no ears will ever hear, lifeboats set adrift empty and silent, ghosts the only survivors, floating towards that last sunset, like every cliché film ending, but there are no credits or epilogues, for this is the end, the last chapter, that final goodbye. 

"‎”To me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world… no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."
- Richard Curtis, from the Doctor Who script “Vincent and The Doctor” describing the life and the body of work of Vincent Van Gogh.

A short film by Courtney Taylor-Taylor of The Dandy Warhols, entitled The End Of The Old As We Knew It, about the end of the world.

Dr. Suess’s Oh, The Places You’ll Go as told by the attendees of Burning Man 2011, in love with this…

"Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize “The stars are words” and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind."
- Jack Kerouac
"No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he’s hungry and sleep when he’s sleepy."
- Jack Kerouac