There’s a legend about a Chinese painter who was asked by the emperor to paint a landscape so pristine that the emperor can enter it. He didn’t do a good job, so the emperor was preparing to assassinate him. But because it was his painting, legend goes, he stepped inside and vanished, saving himself. I always loved that little allegory as an artist. Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it.
hypothetictaba:
電車図書館のたそがれどき
A library that reuses a train car
Late afternoon
kaewas:
how many sleepless nights
metamorphesque:
Autumn Halo, Oda Sakunosuke
You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.
