Hugo Morris: Blog
Apr 19, 2014

There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness 

(Source: liquidnight, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Apr 19, 2014
Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”

Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”

(Source: aseaofquotes, via aseaofquotes)

Apr 16, 2014
One should say before sleeping, “I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved had sat upon my knees and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
W.B. Yeats

(Source: stxxz.us, via stxxz)

Apr 15, 2014
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them
Charles Bukowski, Cause And Effects

(Source: stxxz.us, via stxxz)

Apr 15, 2014
Carl Sandburg, “Offering and Rebuff”

Carl Sandburg, “Offering and Rebuff”

(Source: aseaofquotes, via aseaofquotes)

Apr 14, 2014

Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

- Rebecca Solnit

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via metaphorformetaphor)

Apr 14, 2014
J.G. Ballard

J.G. Ballard

(via invisiblestories)

Apr 13, 2014
"When we are mired in the relative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete; we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words and ideas and abstractions- such as merit, such as past, present, and future- our direct, spontaneous experience of the thing itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment."  
Peter Matthiessen (May 22, 1927 – April 5, 2014)

"When we are mired in the relative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete; we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words and ideas and abstractions- such as merit, such as past, present, and future- our direct, spontaneous experience of the thing itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment."  

Peter Matthiessen (May 22, 1927 – April 5, 2014)

(Source: crashinglybeautiful)

Apr 12, 2014

It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.

- B. Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi.

(Source: bookmania, via metaphorformetaphor)

Apr 12, 2014

TAPESTRY, Paper Sculpture by Tara Keens-Douglas.

(Source: lustik, via inu1941-1966)

Navigate
« To the past Page 1 of 33

Hugo's London based

For info, special edition prints and exhibitions contact mail@hugomorris.com

For private commissions, portraits or artwork call Paul Brown on +44 (0) 7766 486 432

Copyright © 2013 Hugo Morris