a million bright ambassadors of morning

Man is a thinker.

He is that what he thinks.

When he thinks fire

he is fire.

When he thinks war,

he will create war.

Everything depends

if his entire imagination

will be an entire sun,

that is, that he will imagine himself completely

that what he wants.

Paracelsus

“The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart's history.”
― Stesan Zweig

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
Jorge Luis Borges

Sarolta Ban

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

An inner silence

Henri Cartier Bresson’s portraits

Henri Matisse

Albert Camus

Arthur Miller

Carl Jung

Ezra Pound

Isabelle Huppert

Jean Paul Sartre

Simone de Beauvoir

Samuel Beckett

Susan Sontag

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
Martin Buber

‎"Journey"
Dariusz Klimczak

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other,
but in looking outward together
in

Man Ray

the same direction.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Lately more or less I'm feelin' less incomplete
I got no direction so I follow my feet

It’s The Sweet Law Of Men

It’s the sweet law of men
They make wine from grapes
They make fire from coal
They make men from kisses

It’s the true law of men
Kept intact despite
the misery and war
despite danger of death

It’s the warm law of men
To change water to light
Dream to reality
Enemies to friends

A law old and new
That perfects itself
From the child’s heart’s depths
To reason’s heights.

Paul Eluard

Paul Éluard, Paris ca 1940 -by Henri Cartier-Bresson

Divan je to zakon ljudi

Od grožđa da prave vino

Od uglja da prave vatru

Od poljubaca da prave ljude

Pravi je to zakon ljudi

Sacuvati sebe

Uprkos bedi i ratu

Uprkos opasnosti od smrti

Istinit je to zakon ljudi

Praviti od vode svetlost

Od snova stvarnost

Od neprijatelja braću

Zakon star i nov

Usavrsava sebe

Iz najdubljih dečjih dubina

Do najviših ljudskih visina

N.P

Nusch and Paul Eluard 1934. Man Ray

Mirror /Self-Reflection or the insight gate to the worlds

“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are the eternity and you are the mirror.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

Space by Lee Miller

The idea of travelling from one world to another is found in religions, myths and literature through the centuries, many artists have believed that worlds are connected and that we can find a way to travel between them and that the key is inside of us

"There is another world,but it is in this one" -William Butler Yeats

"It is not outside, it is inside,wholly within. "Master Erhart

"Wherever you are, is the entry point" Kabir

Grete Stern

Here are some beautiful examples how deep insight can transcend the worlds.In '"Orpheus"(1950) Jean Cocteau's retells the Greek myth "Orpheus and Eurydice"

Jean Cocteau’s 'Orphee'

Orpheus and Eurydice, probably modeled before 1887, executed 1893

Auguste Rodin

Orpheus was a beautiful musician who loved a nymph called Eurydice. They married and were very happy. Eurydice spent hours wandering and playing in the fields and woodlands. One day she trod on a deadly snake and died. She went to the underworld.Orpheus was so unhappy, he would not eat or drink and his friends thought that he must die. He took his lyre and went to visit Hades the god of the underworld, to plead for her life. He played his lyre and charmed Charon the ferry man into crossing the river Styx.Orpheus played his lyre to charm Hades, and eventually Hades relented and told him that Eurydice could follow him out of Hades, but only if he did not look back and see her. Orpheus made his way carefully and slowly back to Charon, but then with only a tiny way to go he looked back. As he did so Eurydice faded, she was pulled back into Hades...gone forever. A very unhappy Orpheus journeyed back over the river to come out of Hades. He had lost his true love forever

In Cocteau's version Orpheus is a poet who has to travel to the underworld. Cocteau uses the visual device of a mirror as a gateway to the underworld.Can we find the underworld like the poet did if we look at ourselves,is the path to the underworld inside?

Jean Cocteau’s 'Orphee'

Cocteau had played with the idea of the mirror as a door to another world in his earlier film 'Blood of a Poet' from 1930. A statue tells a young artist that to get out of his studio he has to go through a mirror

Jean Cocteau’s 'Blood of a Poet'

Another example is Alice,she goes through the mirror into a fantasy world

Alice Through the Looking Glass' by Kenneth Rougeau

Alice represents even more beautiful idea not only that we can find key inside of us to connect to the worlds or to connect worlds, we also have a power to create a new worlds with our imagination and dreams and then to transcend that inner world with the inner worlds of others and create strong beautiful unique world.

And once the storm is over,you won't remember how you made it through,how you managed to survive,You won't even be sure,whether the storm is really over,but one thing is certain,when you come out of the storm,you won't be the same person who walked in,that's what the storm is all about.

”

Krug u glavi vrti se

Ptice nebo cine srecnije

Daleke su nase obale

Osmehom spojene

Hungry for your touch,Jan Saudek


		Touch My hands open the curtains of your being clothe you in a further nudity uncover the bodies of your body My hands invent another body for your body Octavio Paz

What one must paint is the image of resemblance—if thought is to become visible in the world.

Rene Magritte

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Anais Nin

The Eye of Silence by Max Ernst

Max Ernst, New York, 1941 by Berenice Abbot Berenice Abbott by Man Ray

I live in a tower of my own creation

"Ti sve razumeš. Konačno jedinstvo. Patiš, uživaš, voliš, besniš, ljubiš, smeješ se. Rođeni smo za isto. Puni želje za otkrićem i ljubavi prema otkrivenom, skrivenom i boli što ga uvek gubimo.
Lep si. Tvoju lepotu ja ti dajem. Naoružaj se protiv svega što te ne oslobađa. Pobuni se protiv svega što te okiva. Ti voliš sebe. Voli me kao centar. Kao sebe.
Čuj me, miluj me onim što tražiš i onim što si našao.
Idem ka tebi i ka sebi.
Kao svaka dobra pesma."

Frida Kahlo on the Train to Mexico, On Route, 1932
Lucienne Bloch

Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

T. S. Eliot

The Four Quartets

T.S.Eliot, 1956 by Cecil Beaton

Ti koja imaš ruke nevinije od mojih

i koja si mudra kao bezbrižnost.

Ti koja umiješ s njegova čela čitati

bolje od mene njegovu samoću,

i koja otklanjaš spore sjenke

kolebanja s njegova lica

kao što proljetni vjetar otklanja

sjene oblaka koje plove nad brijegom.

Ako tvoj zagrljaj hrabri srce

i tvoja bedra zaustavljaju bol,

ako je tvoje ime počinak

njegovim mislima, i tvoje grlo

hladovina njegovu ležaju,

i noć tvojega glasa voćnjak

još nedodirnut olujama.

Onda ostani pokraj njega

Elżbieta Mozyro

i budi pobožnija od sviju

koje su ga ljubile prije tebe.

Boj se jeka što se približuju

nedužnim posteljama ljubavi.

I blaga budi njegovu snu,

pod nevidljivom planinom

na rubu mora koje huči.

Šeći njegovim žalom. Neka te susreću

ožalošćene pliskavice.

Tumaraj njegovom šumom. Prijazni gušteri

neće ti učiniti zla.

I žedne zmije koje ja ukrotih

pred tobom biti će ponizne.

Neka ti pjevaju ptice koje ja ogrijah

u noćima oštrih mrazova.

Neka te miluje dječak kojega zaštitih

od uhoda na pustom drumu.

Neka ti miriše cvijeće koje ja zalivah

svojim suzama.

Ja ne dočekah naljepše doba

njegove muškosti. Njegovu plodnost

ne primih u svoja njedra

koja su pustošili pogledi

goniča stoke na sajmovima

i pohlepnih razbojnika.

Ja neću nikad voditi za ruku

njegovu djecu. I priče

koje za njih davno pripremih

možda ću ispričati plačući

malim ubogim medvjedima

ostavljenoj crnoj šumi.

Ti koja imaš ruke nevinije od mojih,

budi blaga njegovu snu

koji je ostao bezazlen.

Ali mi dopusti da vidim

njegovo lice dok na njega budu

silazile nepoznate godine.

I reci mi katkad nešto o njemu,

da ne moram pitati strance

koji mi se čude, i susjede

koji žale moju strpljivost.

Ti koja imaš ruke nevinije od mojih,

ostani kraj njegova uzglavlja

i budi blaga njegovu snu!

Vesna Parun

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Friedrich Nietzsche

"The best thing about writing and painting is that you can create new worlds and in those worlds, everyone can be gentle, kind, happy, and no happy endings cause there is no end. "