“The burden of photography is that it always stays on the surface, it never goes under the skin.” – Ulay https://www.dazeddigital.com/art-photography/article/43456/1/intimate-interview-ulay-bedside-art-performance-marina-abramovic
Swirling, abounding, announcing changes, water particles carried and swam alongside particles of earth. Colder at this point than he had been, as the day had begun. He was hungrier than he had been at that point, and he expected to remain hungry for a considerable time. A crack, a step, he heard.
I was writing, thinking, with pencil and paper. I was thinking, writing, of the trees from which the pencil and paper had been cut and pulped, and of the stories that I had cut and pulped, about kicking leaves around the trees, along a golden path around the trees, the ones that had given us […]
Two private clock collectors have collaborated to stage an exhibition of early English clocks at the prestigious venue of Bonhams, New Bond Street, London, from 3-14 September 2018. The exhibition will also feature third party loans including contributions from the Science Museum, the Clockmakers’ Company and the Collection of the 5th Lord Harris from Belmont […]
On 20th September 2018 at 7.30pm, the Russian pianist offers Prokofiev’s wispy but characterful collection of 20 miniature ‘fleeting visions’, written between1915 and 1917, before joining Cuarteto Casals in Brahms’s grandly impassioned piano quintet, a cornerstone of the Romantic chamber repertory. The concert is part of Chamber Zone, a free ticket scheme for young people […]
A recently discovered, rare self-portrait by the celebrated female artist of the Italian baroque – Artemisia Gentileschi – has been acquired by the National Gallery in London. Self Portrait as Saint Catherine of Alexandria, an oil painting from about 1615–17, will undergo conservation treatment before going on display in early 2019. Hannah Rothschild CBE, who […]
Originally posted on elleguyence:
I don’t know how I want to love you: like breath, so integral to life you forget I’m here? Or like a warm winter jacket you boast to everyone and never regret the purchase? Forever in my head mulling the maze of overbear versus undervalue hurdles of head/heart. I wrote this…
Running to a Persian flower, Dancing now along a lane, Let me love this Persian flower, Let me love again. Now beside you, Persian flower, Between shadows, by the trees, Let me love you, Persian flower, Let me love you, please.
Gosh, it is intense, That consecutive, cumulative experience Of believing That each second represents That peak, That apex, Of one’s passion for another, That we seek, and Of finding the following second dismisses That belief, That the reality is Of a deeper, stronger passion. It is nobody’s business, other than That Of me and mine. […]
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