Auguste Danse (1875/etching/engraving)

And Art, better than black opium […] an intoxication lulling our scourged hearts to sleep.

— STANISLAS DE GUAITA ⚜️ Rosa Mystica, (1885)

Walpurgisnacht by Heinrich Kley (1923)

© Lía Serrano

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“I found myself, in truth, on the brink of the valley of the sad abyss that gathers the thunder of an infinite howling. It was so dark, and deep, and clouded, that I could see nothing by staring into its depths.”

Dante, Inferno.

La Lune, c.1920

January 27, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔢 – 𝔄 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic - the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.”

— Charles de Lint