Tag: creativity
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just a cupful of art
You shouldn’t talk art,you should do art. (Zone, artwork by Jasper Johns) © E n i s ∞ r song: How We Operate – Gomez
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egoisme
Experimenting with form and distortion in mirror image, meaningless or thought-provoking? The creative process itself is enough to consider the project a success. Whether you like it or not should not matter, creativity is an act of positive egoism. © E n i s ∞ r song: We’re Not Adult Orientated – Stereolab
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thin out
The fleeing impatience, like a nagging vibration, and the unrelenting discontent—the ruler of a space too small for both. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Thin Wall – Ultravox
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goodwill hunting
A wise bird never reveals its entire plumage—only now and then a single feather, as a gesture of goodwill, a sign from above to never lose heart. © E n i s ∞ r song: Won’t Get Fooled Again – The Who
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Inner Peacefulness
Despite its depth, the spiritual landscape also has its share of blur; it’s a matter of putting on a different pair of glasses. In its constant change, it offers a fresh perspective.Don’t be blinded. Success isn’t about striving for more and better. It’s about seeing yourself clearly, knowing you’re okay, knowing you’re worthy of being
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lost at arrival
Somewhere it stops — it ends. Not here, but somewhere far away, unreachable.What once was ….closed, is now untouchable. Only memories remain, memories that distort over time and will never be the complete truth.A message once born will die again along the way. © E n i s ∞ r song: Sit Around the Fire
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doodles
It’s playful, without any real meaning but often born from combinations. I call it making photodoodles — searching for strange combinations, often staged, sometimes spontaneous, with filters and sepia effects, which were the trend in Instagram’s glory days. You grab your phone and ‘shoot.’ Instant, spontaneous, and creative. It often results in something funny, something
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Sandcastle
At the edge of early morningI built a castle made of goldwith towers greeting newborn sunlightand moats in quiet ancient cold. But from afar there came the breathingof the sea that slowly nearedher fingers silver salted driftingtouched the work that I held dear. One wave a soft and foaming arcmade trembling walls give way.A second
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regret
Regret is like pole vaulting. I should have chased you, blown you off your feet, and used all my charm. The bar was set high, and I gave it a good shot, but I slipped under it and landed on the mat. Turns out someone else had just made a higher jump. © E n














