29 April 2014

Image by Paul Outerbrigde via thesphinxandthemilkyway

Prodigal Electrons Return to Shine

“Tonight she walks
up to the particular
porcelain lion she had
when she was a girl
for a now forgotten
reason chosen, puts
her hand on his nose
and says tenderly
in her mind I’m sorry
I can’t remember
the name I gave you.” 

It's better to have it

28 April 2014

Feel things

The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.
Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.
The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.
You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.
You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?
There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.
When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?
Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.
Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.
Take walks in places you’ve never been.
Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.
Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.
One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today. Not today.

Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.
(Source: thirlie)

26 April 2014

Saturday Poem


Maybe it’s a bat’s wings
at the corner of your eye, right
where the eyeball swivels
into its pocket. But when
the brown of your eye turns
where you thought the white saw,
there’s only air & gold light,
reality—as your mother defined it—
(milk/no milk). Not for years
did you learn the word longing,
and only then did you see the bat—
just the fringe of its wings
beating, its back in a heavy
black cloak.

Toi Derricotte.

25 April 2014

(Found here)


"I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions — tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on — and the fact that lots of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I communicate those basic human emotions… The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them. And if you, as you say, are moved only by their color relationships, then you miss the point!”

--Mark Rothko 

(Quote found here Conversations with Artists (public library) via Brain Pickings)

(images found on this beautiful blog)

23 April 2014

Dustin Yellin

Saints, body parts and nature.
Dustin Yellin Sculpture.
“I remember him saying that he had to be a magician for his readers, but that magicians always start with reality and come back to reality.”

Read Silvana Paternostro’s oral biography of Gabriel García Márquez, first published in The Paris Review Summer 2003 issue.

22 April 2014


"Making things is so human that psychology and philosophy have gotten nowhere in trying to account for it."

17 April 2014


"When Keira turned six last month, her aunty and uncle gave her a small disposable camera and a blank album, with a card suggesting she could document her life at six."

(From here)

16 April 2014

Alessandro Piangiamore

Alessandro Piangiamore
“A lone peak of high point is a natural focal point in the landscape, something by which both travelers and local orient themselves. In the continuum of landscape, mountains are discontinuity -- culminating in high points, natural barriers, unearthly earth.”

― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

15 April 2014

14 April 2014

The Weight of Mountains

The Weight of Mountains from Studiocanoe on Vimeo.

This is fascinating!

Six month long pinhole exposures
“The telling and hearing of stories is a bonding ritual that breaks through illusions of separateness and activates a deep sense of our collective interdependence.”

― Annette Simmons

(Found here)

12 April 2014

Saturday Poem

The fuel for this ravisher unicycle of a world,
Going faster and faster, ever more horsepower,
Is not the president of the United States anymore.
The man on the roof of the car waves his arms.
The butterfly in love lands on fresh tar, tacky goo.
I’m turning into something I wasn’t intending to be—
In agony after the awful metamorphosis
Into a suddenly human being.

Frederick Seidel, from “Autumn Leaves

11 April 2014

Have a beautiful weekend...

...and go see some art, it's good for the soul.

(gif found at  illhaveuknowthatiloveyou )

“Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.”

Grace Paley

Emily Proud

Watercolors by Emily Proud