Sayaka Maruyama was born in Japan and moved to Holland with her family at age of 12. That 3-year-stay in different culture influenced her in many ways especially in terms of art education. Her practice traverses the mediums of photography, film, drawings, installation and performance. Drawing on classical Japanese references and Surrealist motifs, her work explores contradictory contemporary understandings of Japanese notions of beauty, from both Western and Eastern perspectives. Maruyama has exhibited widely in London and Tokyo, and her images have been published in several renowned periodicals. Please visit artist’s website or follow her Tumblr for more work.
Not the american average. | via Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/60890755/via/lamortdamour
GOD IS A GRACIOUS GOD
calm your soul, and lay everything on Him.
ok 3 more papers letz go
I can just feel that this person is a dedicated artist.
It’s so fucking beautiful and if you think it looks like a “mess” then…open your eyes.
whatttt, this is like the coolest thing
James 1: 2-7
‘Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord, he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.’
why. does why outer self always seem to create this barrier for me. it locks everything in - it causes me to run; run and never look back. that’s pretty much how i handle everything, i’m not strong enough. even now i don’t know how to handle myself. such a bad time, to be confused, to feel so empty the food slides in and i can’t taste anything. i feel like i’m chocking, it takes effort to breathe. and my heart is sliding into this black hole in the middle of my chest. all this while i can’t stop singing clarity
‘Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left unturned
- Flaws, Bastille