How does one talk about the un-talkable? Keats did it with poetry about truth and beauty, Balanchine did it by capturing bodies in the most splendid shapes, Miles Davis did it by making music with the space in between the notes, Kandinsky did it with the visual representation of vibration and our masters do it with their sheer presence alone.
Talk is cheap. And so is the newspaper. Don't miss the truth.
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beauty and truth
the real me
A slice of life from the perspective of an LA artist, lover, foodie, yogi, fashion junkie, hippie, goof-ball, nerd. Is that enough labels for you to feel like you can relate with me, feel cool and take the time to view my blog?
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