#landscape

In a way Australia is like Catholicism. The company is sometimes questionable and the landscape is grotesque. But you always come back. ↗

— Thomas Keneally

#australia #back #catholicism #come #company

I get excited by landscape. ↗

— Adrienne Kennedy

#get #i #landscape

People who take risks like Amy Winehouse and Norah Jones take a second to catch on, but eventually they do because they're different and honest in a musical landscape that's not always like that. ↗

— Emmy Rossum

#amy #because #catch #different #eventually

I've never put myself in the mindset that I'm actually any good at taking pictures, I just love to shoot things that catch my eye, whether it's landscapes or just my kids. ↗

— Graeme Le Saux

#any #catch #eye #good #i

But I'll try to immerse myself in as many of the formal characteristics of site as possible in the landscape. ↗

— Richard Serra

#formal #i #immerse #landscape #many

Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements. ↗

— John Sexton

#consciously #elements #experience #forest #found

The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#background #foreground #landscape #mind

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#imagination #landscape #nature #imagination

Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#desolation #hallucination #horizon #landscape #change

The landscapes were in my arms as I did it. ↗

— Helen Frankenthaler

#did #i #landscapes #were