{black light /// dark romance}

Chinese-Canadian artist,
Terence Koh's "These Decades That We Never Sleep, Black Light" (2004).

Taking the form of a boudoir chandelier, Terence Koh’s These Decades That We Never Sleep, Black Light hangs with a tempting anticipation; its heavy weight dangles, both dangerous and beguiling, dripping opulent crystals and bijou. Rather than illuminating, the sculpture’s deadened black surface promises to devour. Flirting between pleasure and pain, lust and death, Koh offers a dark romanticism, filled with apprehension and possibility.

Source: The Saatchi Gallery - London Contemporary Art

{blue sphere /// atmosphere}

Sphère Bleue de Paris, 2000.
250 x 200 x 200 cm.

Source: Jésus Rafael Soto

{kuchi people}

Sawabe, 12 years old, from the nomadic Afghan Kuchi tribe stands near her camp May 30, 2005 in Faisabad, in the Badakhshan district, northeast of Afghanistan.

The Kuchi people of Afghanistan are nomads moving to the northeast in the spring and summer months where it is cooler and there is plenty of food for their herds.


Source: Life Magazine

{habibi}

Faiza Butt | Untitled | Mixed Media On Paper | 23" x 33" | 2008

Source: Vadehra Art Gallery

{spice of love}

I carry your heart with me,
(I carry it in my heart).
I am never without it,
(Anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling).
I fear no fate,
(For you are my fate, my sweet).
I want no world,
(For beautiful, you are my world, my true).
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows,
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide).
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.

I carry your heart,
(I carry it in my heart).

Source: Satya Paul and Art of Europe - E.E. Cummings