eclipse

Full moon eclipse found here.

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

concrete poem by dom sylvester houédard.

(found here)

Lucio Fontana

Lucio Fontana

acceptance

Took a visit to the Galleria nazionale d'arte moderna in Rome this weekend and found La vecchia by the Croatian sculptor Ivan Mestrovic.

 
I've been looking for a long, long time,
for this thing called love,
I’ve ridden comets across the sky,
and I’ve looked below and above.
Then one day I looked inside myself,
and this is what I found,
A golden sun residing there,
beaming forth God’s light and sound.

~ Rumi

ficus

"Above all else it's about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry, I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that's why I made works of art."

-- Felix Gonzalez-Torres

Leah Fraser

LOVE Leah Fraser's Shamans, living in an imaginary world inspired by the many healing methods of different cultures.

By Heart

(via peninsulamamoenam)

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

Have a glourious weekend!

Found here

Keun Young Park

Patience and tiny bits of torn and pasted photo on paper from Keun Young Park.

woven seascape

Sophie Mallard

low, sad murmur

AND then I pressed the shell
Close to my ear
And listened well,
And straightway like a bell
Came low and clear
The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas ...

James Stephens, 'The Shell'.

Cy twombly, Poems to the sea

(Found here)

Pina Bausch Tanz Thetar-Lilies of the valley from özlem kahraman on Vimeo.

“Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.”

― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

Lani Maestro.
(google serendipity)

A Life Underwater

This. 
Ray: A Life Underwater from Danny Cooke on Vimeo.

Again. Because it's so special.

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”

― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

(found here)

Vija Clemins

"Celmins draws what she sees, plain and simple, and in so doing has made works that are neither plain nor simple. These vistas onto the natural world continue to fascinate. The magic of light on surface and that curious alchemy that can be achieved with the deftness of touch, restraint and the patience to follow through to a very beautiful end."
--  www.frieze.com

Hatsui Shizue

Silently
time passes.
The only life I have
submits to its power.

—From the collection “Three Japanese Woman Poets,” translated from the Japanese by Kenneth Rexroth.

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

Passing

Fat Russian novels are sinking
like grandmothers into the snow,
and a troika is whisking through my sleeves
as if time were muffled
in the folds of my overcoat

The harness creaks.
The horses snort
small jets of breath into my stormy coat,
and somehow I am flying backwards
over the salted landscape.
Suddenly my grandmother passes by —
on a lounge chair, in bathing suit and sunglasses.
She is flying forward, to Florida.


—Stephen Frank,

Inka Lindergård & Niclas Holmström

Becoming wilderness, watching humans watching and more... inkaandniclas.com