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globelamp:

“If I am to be an artist at all, it will be on my own terms, because I know of no other means of becoming myself. I would not trust the images of one whose every moment was a compromise with life, whose work was not the fruit wrung from passion…Only upon actualizing my inner nature to the best of my ability, and distilling that nature into truer expressions, may I attain value in this world…I am not a person considered “practical”-and nor do I wish to be. What is of value in me is raw and abstract, translating into few languages of consequence to others. But there is that touch of the universal within me, as in everyone, and this is the source of hope that pulses under the skin of the moment. That I could share this heartbeat with everyone…I am not self-righteous, pretentious, or deluded enough to believe that the job of an artist is more important than any other. All I believe is that art is sometimes necessary to make life bearable, and to remind people in their loneliest moments, that others feel as deeply as they do, that we are all alone in this together, and should make it as beautiful for each other as it honestly can be… That I could share that heartbeat with everyone, to remind them of theirs.”

— Maia Hisamoto

globelamp:

“I am collecting the ashes of the other possible cities that vanish to make room for it, cities that can never be rebuilt or remembered.”

— italo calvino, Invisible Cities

globelamp:

“Yesterday I felt like shit, so I rode my bike around town and repeatedly grafittied “The revolution is not being televised” in paint pen. It was a “pointless” action, but it nonetheless healed me to do this. It was an act of love for that “hooligan” Arundhati Roy. It was an act of self-love. I don’t expect it to change the world, but on the other hand, I know it will.”

— Inga Muscio, Cunt