kids enjoying yosemite falls. three summers ago.
/ Emma Scott. HAIGHT ASHBURY. The weird and wonderful. I love this area of San Fran. So much history. The crossroads of Haight St and Ashbury St was the meeting point for the 1967 Summer of Love phenomenon that saw 100,000 people launch the hippie love movement. It was a shared disenchantment with The Vietnam War and government and an interest in art, music and spirituality. So I wore my peace sign earrings and imagined what it would have been like as a flower child in SAN Fran in 1967. Peace out peeps. ❤️❤️❤️ #sanfrancisco #haightashbury #california #hippie #flowerchild
strangers, dreamlike sequences, those memories in between.
open, broken, closed, open -
finding moments of warmth from the ones who trickle
into your life serendipitously and leave abruptly,
gradually, in context, circumstantially
"It is always beside us, and everything is born from and nourished by it. Something that makes life on earth possible and also that observes life on earth—as a vessel. Through space, as it feels. A space, just like that, comes into being as something that goes back to nature at it is.” - Rei Naito.
It was an overwhelming day from Teshima Island, where there were two odd shaped white buildings quietly sitting in the top of the hill surrounded by rice fields and faced the ocean. We had to walk until the back side of the building, surrounded by the natural meadow-like setting to get to the entrance. The whole site was really opened and completely connected to the environment. Before getting in, shoes, phones, and camera were taken off. The guide told us to be quiet and be careful of our steps from the “artwork”. Then what we found inside was??? Beyond words??? cause we’re so confused?!?!? I mean confused in awe.
The idea of the shape of the building eventually matched with Naito’s words above. (Spoiler: it’s water. A shape of a drop of water, which was also being the “artwork” inside). It simply generate a harmony between the environment, art, and architecture into a single entity. One more thing i’ve learned about a new culture and idea, and this time from this foreign country, of being humble, appreciate the nature, and be grateful to be exist to live on earth. (Btw you click the location’s tag above and get the picture what the inside looks like).
A day in this life. •freedom•
It’s a double rainbow all the way ... 🌈🌈
It’s so bright and vivid, it’s beautiful, it’s a double rainbow.
Day 1 Chicago. So far travel seems to consist of a bunch of people trying to hug you and 🐳
Just Breathe... 🧘🏼♀️🧘🏽♀️
. Hemp/cotton/linen kimono ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Take a seat. We’re ready for you to join us on our journey!
Here is a self portrait with my face blurred and hood up so facial recognition can't capture me. My intention is to transition to juggalo makeup though.
Write something. Im reading.
Série Amazônia #1
, acrílica e redes sobre tela, 1,00 x 1,00 cm, 2015; de Pedro Maciel (Acervo de Fernando Meirelles)
10 irmãos, madeira e martelos artesanais, 80 x 80 cm, 2016; de Pedro Maciel
Série Freudiana, Paisagem 7, acrílica e pigmento sobre lençol, 2,16 x 1,26 cm, 2015; de Pedro Maciel
Stop looking down on me | 📍 San Francisco, California
Prendam a rosa por se abrir demais. Soltem a flor, ela se abriu por amor! Foram as últimas frases que escutou e num sobressalto despertou. Sentou em sua cadeira preferida, olhou pela janela toda florida e deu um largo sorriso. Ela nunca tinha participado do julgamento de uma rosa, seus sonhos eram tão reais. Tudo bem ela tem lá seus espinhos, pensou, mas nasceu flor, o pensamento se completou. Ela passou a anotar os seus sonhos sempre embalados pelas suas milhares de canções preferidas e dessa vez escreveu. "Uma gaiola outrora dourada toda aramada, dentro a rosa perfumada. Libertem a flor por favor, ela se abriu por amor. Livrem a rosa, deixem ela ser flor por onde for, ela se abriu por amor." Essa virou marchinha de Carnaval e o escambal! Sua historia sem final... Fabi Freire 🌹🌹🌹