Original animation layouts from the Hayao Miyazaki film The Wind Rises (風立ちぬ).
“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
(i have not kissed anyone since september i am awful)
i dont want to be sick anymore there is so much to do and a lot to see. so much to do and a lot to see. its not the time to be sickly and exhausted it is the time to be inquisitive and open. there is a lot to do a lot to do a lot to do
Brett Whiteley (Australian, 1939-1992), The Divided Unity, 1974. Screenprint, 66.5 x 93.5 cm. Edition 63/70.
Pablo Picasso Ceramic, Face No. 197, 1963
New lunar surface image from Chinese Chang’e 3 mission
as i sauntered by the tables of the gelato shop down the street i couldn’t help but notice the quiet owner, normally ruling over the counter with solemn complacency, crouched beside his vespa and conversing with a young boy. there was talk from the old man, of the little boys plans regarding a destination. without hesitation, looking up at the moon while raising his arm to point at the moons distant face(shedding her beams generously over the already well lit street, unnecessary but appreciated), he announced, with an infallible conviction, that it was the moon he wished to visit. as complex ideas of two wheeled space travel were explained, through the boys severe but excited hand gestures, the old mans face gave way. so often rigid, wholly uncompromising, are his cheeks; but now these plateaus shift, buckle under pressure, and valleys form. rough and new are the creases surrounding his rarely smiling mouth. a stony brow weathers away and his eyes shine with the moon.