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Holding hands is not just an ordinary act between two human beings, it's a responsibility — a profond responsibility (...) I feel people should avoid doing or saying things that they don't mean. ~ Rehman Anwer, Breaking Silences . © Luminissoulstudios

A monochromatic painting depicting two hands tied together by a thin white string around their wrists and pinky fingers against a dark background, symbolizing a deep emotional connection or destiny.

L'amour (...) est une construction de vérité. (...) vérité sur un point très particulier, à savoir : qu'est-ce que c'est que le monde quand on l'expérimente à partir du deux et non pas de l'un ?

Sea Calm How still, How strangely still The water is today. It is not good For water To be so still that way. Langston Hughes

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Hollow space with sparks, this will probably remain our condition for a long time, but a hollow space which allows us to walk undisguised, and with sparks which increasingly model a figure of direction.” ~ Ernst Bloch, Heritage of Our Times . 🖼 Anselm Kiefer

Anselm Kiefer's "Morgenthau Plan" depicts a desolate, heavily textured landscape dominated by a dense field of withered white flowers and wild grass. A stark, pitch-black horizon line cuts across the upper portion of the canvas under a dark sky.

✍️ When someone disrespects me, I don't walk away to teach them a lesson. I don't care if they understand their mistake. When I am hurt, I don’t close a door to make noise. I close it because there is nothing sincere left on the other side that deserves my time. . 🖼 Katerina Koehlerova

An oil painting featuring a traditional wooden door framed by lush green foliage and vibrant flowers, rendered with expressive, textured brushstrokes.

At times, I wonder...Am I simply too naive to understand some people or are they too shrewd to ever be truly seen? But whatever their reasons may be...how do they find the heart to hurt people again and again, especially those who would never even think of doing them wrong?

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L'interprétation figurative établit, entre deux événements ou deux personnages, une relation dans laquelle l'un des deux ne signifie pas seulement ce qu'il est mais est aussi le signe annonciateur de l'autre, qui l'englobe et l'accomplit.

Created by acclaimed Kaga-Yuzen master Kakimoto Ichiro (柿本市郎) for the 42nd Traditional Kaga-Yuzen Crafts Exhibition, Shirobana Higan ("White Spider Lily") is a tour de force of high-craft textile art.

Executed as a furisode and displayed in full eba-moyō layout—where the pattern flows seamlessly across every seam—the garment exemplifies the supreme painterly discipline of Kaga-Yuzen. Unlike Kyoto’s Kyo-Yuzen, which frequently incorporates gold leaf (kinhaku) or heavy embroidery to heighten luxury, Kaga-Yuzen relies purely on dye technique, precise line drawing (itome-yuzen), and delicate shading (bokashi) to achieve its depth and quiet drama.

Set against a rich indigo-navy (kon-iro) silk ground, the composition explodes with the rhythmic vitality of white spider lilies (Lycoris albiflora). Crisp, luminous white petals with delicately recurved tips and soaring, thread-like stamens dominate the upper shoulders and hem. Kakimoto achieves extraordinary atmospheric dimension by silhouetting these crisp foreground blooms against shadowy, speckled background blossoms rendered in soft lavender and slate-violet hues. Slender, mint-green and seafoam stems rise vertically through the composition, anchoring the sweeping, buoyant motion of the petals and gold-tipped filaments.

Inspired by the arresting sight of pale spider lilies standing resolutely amid a sea of vibrant red blooms, Kakimoto translates a fleeting moment of natural wonder into a profound study of resilience and poise. The stark contrast between the luminous white floral forms and the midnight-blue background creates a dramatic, almost nocturnal glow, capturing both the fragile elegance and unwavering spirit of the autumn flower.

The lingering clouds, rolling, rolling, And the settled rain, dripping, dripping, In the Eight Directions—the same dusk. The level lands—one great river. -T’ao Ch’ien, from “Flood” (tr. Arthur Waley)