28 February 2014


Just do your work. And if the world needs your work it will come and get you. And if it doesn’t, do your work anyway. You can have fantasies about having control over the world, but I know I can barely control my kitchen sink. That is the grace I’m given. Because when one can control things, one is limited to one’s own vision. 

- kiki smith


1. Algeria c1880-1900
2. Illustration of a tattooed Muslim Egyptian women.

27 February 2014

Nasan Tur

Nasan Tur 
Cloud series, 2009-2010
 ‘Beware of your reflection’

Amateur Photography in London by Tim Walker, Vogue Italia October 1998

25 February 2014


Highrise on Nowness.com


"WE MUST BE THE CHANGE WE WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.  we must participate with our deeds, our words, our practice.  we must cultivate compassion in our hearts, make choices that support our voices and we will see the shift as a society toward this world being a better place.

there is nothing without tension, polarity

no alertness, no open space

i cannot be what i long to be without being what i also hate about myself- that’s the starting point

the work is to identify our habits and grow from that absence of consciousness
to bring light to the dark

ground down- exhale, gravity, root

rise up- inhale, consciousness, expand

in my loneliness and fear i am most universally loving and stable

in not knowing i know everything

in anger i understand"

(in my sleep i dreamed this poem)

"someone i loved once gave me
a box full of darkness

it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.”

--Mary oliver

Beautiful words from StacyMoves

(Found here)

24 February 2014

Wolfgang Tillmans

Wolfgang Tillmans.  
Galerie Buchholz, Berlin

I could stare at these for hours.

--Margaret Atwood

(Found here)

21 February 2014


(found here)

“The fundamental idea is that stories have shapes which can be drawn on graph paper, and that the shape of a given society’s stories is at least as interesting as the shape of its pots or spearheads.” Kurt Vonnegut on the shape of stories.

(via The Paris Review Tumblr)

20 February 2014

“art like any other disaster happens very slowly and then all at once”

— Anne Enright in LRB on Dorothy Cross’s exhibition at Turner Contemporary 

the first image is a work Cross made as an extension of Ghost Ship, 1999. The Ghostship (second image) was a personal homage to the many light ships which once marked dangerous reefs around the Irish coast, but have now all but dissappeared. The ship was covered in luminous paint and at nightfall was illuminated to glow and fade in cycles over a three hour period.

(source: phoebebishopwright )

19 February 2014

gerhard richter


The seascape shifts

Between the minutest interstices of time
Blue is blue.

A pine-branch
Tugs at the eye: the eye
Returns to grey-blue, blue-black or indigo
Or it returns, simply,
To blue-after-the-pine-branch.

Here, there is no question of aberrations
Into pinks, golds or mauves:
This is the variation Pater indicated
But failed to prove.

Art exists at a remove
Evocation, at two,
Discusses a blue that someone
Heard someone talking about.

Charles Tomlinson.
Art credit Paul Meleschnig.
Source: lastnightsreading
Molly Antopol at Greenlight Bookstore.
Buy the drawing here.

18 February 2014

favorite place… facing the ocean

(Image credit ©Henry Roy, 2005, found here)
"In the onslaught of the everyday … we forget to see the magic.  how important each moment can be in the bigger picture.  And how the tiniest little things can be the most wonderful things."

 - kate tempest

13 February 2014

“I believe in the idea of rituals,”

“But rather than following existing rituals given to us by society, I believe in inventing our own.”
Hans Ulrich Obrist: Morning Ritual on Nowness.com

I like his style!

12 February 2014

Mark Goodwin
Group of etchings

"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary."

~   Chuck Palahniuk 

11 February 2014

Carlota Bird

Carlota Bird
"I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am the barren one and many are my daughters. I am the silence that you can not understand. I am the utterance of my name."

-- Nana Peasant, Daughters of the Dust.


(from here)