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Illustration Friday – Contagious

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They told the broken dancer that she’d never dance again.

I can  dance, she said.

No, they said, you’re broken. And they left her alone in the dark.

Then one day they found her on the floor with wings at her back and with a quiet smile she flew up into the sky.
And danced and danced and danced.
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Illustration Friday – Impossibility
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When we’re swamped with work and thinking of all the photos that we have to take and all the deadlines that
we have to meet, we sometimes forget the reasons why we started taking pictures. So we’ve put up this blog
not as a place  to showcase our best work  but a place where we go back to the pure bliss of capturing the world -
the colorful and the faded, the lost and the lonely, the hopeful and the happy, the painful and the poignant, the
beautiful and the strange.
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There are no whys or hows behind each photo there. Just stories and questions and feelings and seeing things
with new eyes. Some (or many) photos may not even be particularly beautiful but each one is a moment captured
- a moment that’s happening once, and only once, in the entire history of universe. A moment that passes by too
fast and will never happen again. And if we’ve captured a few of those, well, that’s enough for us. It’s always these
little moments that matter.
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Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

- Tori Amos

Illustration Friday – Poise

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Her eyes were the colour of far away love,
Her arms were matching topazes.
Her lips moved soundlessly in coral light.
And ultimately, she left by that door.
Hardly had she entered the river than she was cleansed,
Gleaming once more like a white stone in the rain;
And without a backward look, she swam once more,
Swam towards nothingness, swam to her dying.
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- Pablo Neruda
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Illustration Friday – Pale

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Sometimes she liked to pretend that she was a young girl again and everything was new.
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Illustration Friday – Pretend
Inspire Me Thursday – Coffee Break

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With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice repeatedly
On the table repeatedly, repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

- Bjork

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Illustration Friday – Strings

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It was a slow and haunting dance of remembering
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.Illustration Friday – Packed
Inspire Me Thursday

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These are unfinished paintings inspired by the book Life of Pi – about a boy who, after a shipwreck,
finds himself adrift in the Pacific ocean with an orangutan, a dying zebra, a hyena and a Bengal tiger.
One of the parts I remember vividly is near the end of the story, when only the boy and the tiger are
left and they finally reach an island. The tiger leaps out of the boat and pauses and the boy thinks it
would stop and look at him for the last time but it doesn’t. It bounds into the jungle and disappears
from his life forever.
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Sometimes I wish the tiger and the boy had one last farewell glance, a sort of acknowledgment
of their many months in the boat together, lost at sea.
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Illustration Friday – Island

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Illustration Friday – Clutter
Unspoken words

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Every morning she would put flowers in her hair
and wish that he would come home.
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Illustration Friday – Routine
Inspire Me Thursday – Create Against the Clock

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She made up her mind about her future on that long walk home.

When she arrived she went through all of her things and threw them out,

erasing herself quietly behind closed doors…

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I guess we’ll never know what she was thinking.

It’s just as well.

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- Rodrigo Garcia

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Illustration Friday – Detaching herself from her old life

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I go on to compare that infinite silence with this voice,
and I remember the eternal and the dead seasons,
and the living present, and its sound,
so that in this immensity my thoughts are drowned,
and shipwreck seems sweet to me
in this sea.

- Giacomo Leopardi

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Illustration Friday – Sail

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When the lights go out, the sea would rise at the foot of her bed, like magic.
The four winds would guide ships to faraway lands and the stars would gather around her,
whispering their secrets.
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Illustration Friday – Poof!
Inspire Me Thursday – Shrink

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