A Lady Gazing at Doves
India, Punjab Hills (The Court of Mandi), 1780 - 1800
Ink and opaque watercolors on paper
(Fonte: metmuseum.org, via sombhatt)
I feel that there is much to be said for the Celtic belief that the souls of those whom we have lost are held captive in some inferior being, in an animal, in a plant, in some inanimate object, and thus effectively lost to us until the day (which to many never comes) when we happen to pass by the tree or to obtain possession of the object which forms their prison. Then they start and tremble, they call us by our name, and as soon as we have recognised their voice the spell is broken. Delivered by us, they have overcome death and return to share our life.
Marcel Proust, 'In Search of Lost Time'