TIRED

hi. I'm alex, a 20 year old boy trying to keep things simple. asimms.com

weouthere2010:

Selected works of Hiroshi Nagai. He painted abstract depictions of 80s Miami mixed with 50s surf culture. Great art, but prints of his stuff are beyond difficult to find.

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breathingvioletfog:

"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst, and then i remember to relax and to stop trying to hold onto it, and it flows through me like rain, and i can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."

American Beauty, dir. Sam Mendez (1999)

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Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)

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fantastic

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