Sila Blume

Questionable Scene

April 17, 2021

Sila Blume

New York, New York, Oddities, Photography

found art, New York, NYC, pavement, Photography, streets

Cornbread on Plums

April 17, 2021

Sila Blume

Bread, Foods, Homemade, Photography

cornbread, food, Homemade, kitchen, Photography, plums

I do not like to talk much about it but based on science, culture, and the joy of a fine, detailed, exquisite life, a minuscule touch of salt will accompany my coffee in the brewing process — daily

April 17, 2021

Sila Blume

Coffee, Culture, Photography, Recipes, Spices, Still Life, Taste

Coffee, food, kitchen, Photography, Recipes, salt, Still Life

I do not like to talk much about it but based on science, culture, and the joy of a fine, detailed, exquisite life, a minuscule touch of salt will accompany my coffee in the brewing process — daily

More coffee, and more rolled tobacco leaves

April 16, 2021

Sila Blume

Coffee

botl, ceramic, cigars, Coffee, pairing, Photography, sotl, the poetic life, Tobacco

Art and music can not ever be sold or bought — only the so called pieces may. Seen and heard art can not be class bound. The artist with depth is inherently hungry, just because art and music can not be sold or bought. When I tremble in emotions, in bolts of clarity, in sudden…

April 16, 2021

Sila Blume

Art, Life, Lifestyle, Music

fragile, fragility, Life, Love, strength, the poetic life, transcendental

O.P.E.R.A

I’m thinking that opera ought to be dissected. Well, everything in life ought to be dissected. Spread out on a beautiful table. Looked at, again and again. Digested, regurgitated, enjoyed 360 degrees. Dissect love, dissect life, dissect the self, discard of the ego wanting to reach completion. Go on.

April 16, 2021

Sila Blume

ing form, to be, Life, Music, Opera

Life, Music, Opera, the poetic life