yy's dreamshop

enter the dreamshop - the white, dream-like space

you hold your breath

...




because fashion speaks to you

she floats

she moves

she ponders

she tells a story

and she waits

...

by the mind of Genious - Yohji Yamamoto

"dreamshop" exhibtion at antwerp

dream

I believe we can fly, In our own way
Faith is spiritual, Imagination is energy, Thoughts are real

impressionist

spread the love

Many people have sacrificed themselves for others, thinking when they sacrifice themselves they are being a good person. Wrong! To sacrifice yourself can only come from thougths of absolute lack, because it is saying "There is not enough for everyone, so I will go without" Those feeling do not feel good and will eventually lead to resentment. There is abundance for everybody and it is each person's responsibility to summon their own desires. You cannot summon for another person because you cannot think and feel for another. Your job is you. When you make feeling good a priority, that magnificent frequency will radiate and touch everyone else.

Quoted from The secret by Rhonda Byrne Fill yourself up to fullness, to where now you can overflowing in giving. This is when you can start giving and not sacrificing.

his final view

Van Goghs Final View - Window by Attic Room

"The more I think, the more I feel there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people"
By Vincent Van Gogh

embrace forgetfulness

To close the doors and windows of consciousness for a time; To remain undisturbed by the noise and struggle of our underworld of utility organs working with and against one another; A little quietness; A little tabula rasa of the consciousness; To make room for new thing, above all, for the nobler functions and functionary, for regulation, foresight, premeditation (for our organism is an oligarchy) - that is the purpose of active forgetfulness, which is like a doorkeeper, a preserver of psychic order, repose and etiquette; so that it will be immediately obvious how there could be no happiness, no cheerfulness, no hope, no pride, no present without forgetfulness.

staring girl

"STARING GIRL"

by Tim Burton

I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care

She'd stare at the ground,

She'd stare at the sky.

She'd stare at you for hours,
and you'd never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest,

she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.

Quoted from - The melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories