: in the final stages of this part of our process, it feels like we are nearing a death of sorts. good thing i found love. and that i believe in reincarnation.
(via cleverisascleverdoes)
As Radek and Sophie walked through the streets and reveling at the beauty of the city and its many gifts, they happened upon a street artist creating a beautiful chalk drawing in Union Square. A fitting end to celebrate a day of gloriously rogue artmaking!
“When I went back upstairs I felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with these people, though i had no way to interpret my feeling of prescience. I could have never predicted that I would one day walk in their path. At that moment I was still a gangly twenty-two-year-old book clerk, struggling simultaneously with several unfinished poems.
On that night, too excited to sleep, infinite possibilities seemed to swirl above me. I stared up at the plaster ceiling as I had done as a child. It seemed to me that the vibrating patterns overhead were sliding into place.
The mandala of my life.”
Patti Smith, Just Kids
We were just ourselves that day, without a care. It was our good fortune that this moment in time was frozen in a box camera. It was our first real New York portrait. Who we were. Only weeks before we had been at the bottom, but our blue star, as Robert called it, was rising. We boarded the F train for the long ride back, returned to our little room, and cleared off the bed, happy to be together.”
— Patti Smith, Just Kids
Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed.
It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
— Patti Smith, Just Kids
Now I found that we, in New York City, can create- this concrete jungle- a place of happiness- of greenery and plants. And so I’ve been very happy here [plays a little ditty] … thanks to you… [laughs] lucky man, lucky man, lucky man!”
— George Kleinsinger, composer, from BBC Arena Chelsea Hotel
