rid and ride
Monika Sosnowska, The Staircase
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
-Virginia Woolf
temperament
All works, no matter what or by whom painted, are nothing but bagatelles and childish trifles… unless they are made and painted from life, and there can be nothing… better than to follow nature.
- Caravaggio
Her pictures of lovers and paintings from the Louvre blossomed before my eyes: I saw Goldin transform herself into a living raw nerve
Jerry Saltz
Perfections
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves,
At souls only understand souls.
- Walt Whitman
The Curve of Singularity
stories and pictures:
A Little Fable
Franz Kafka
“ALAS,” said the mouse, “the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.” “You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and ate it up.
Raimer Jochims
“Quinta del Sordo”
The House of the Deaf Man
A layout of Goya’s house showing his “black paintings” in their original positions in his house:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/76/Quintasordo.svg
Goya has always been a favorite of mine, and I often reference him when writing about narrative. “Saturn devouring his Son”, was the inspiration behind my work with monsters.
Lately I’ve been feeling inspired to paint; I feel like “dog” may lead to a new series of work.
Steve Jobs
“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.”
wishing I could be looming among the de koonings
http://www.newyorker.com/online/multimedia/2011/09/26/110926_audioslideshow_willem-de-kooning
play the slideshow, it’s great!
Modern nature
plans for the underground “Low Line Park” in New York, based on an ancient Egyptian use of photosynthesis.
obviously a response to “The High Line Park”.
Video:
Your scientists were so caught up thinking whether or not they could, that they never stopped to think about whether or not they should.
dinosaurs had feathers.
legacy
“The eldest of the girls, Frances, known as Fanny, was according to Peggy, “an incurable soprano.” She wore feather boas and a rose in her hair and was an excellent cook, but nevertheless was given to constantly wiping household surfaces with Lysol. The family story had it that after quarreling with her for thirty years, her husband tried to kill her and one of their sons with a golf club, failed, and threw himself in a reservoir with weights on his feet. Another aunt, Adelaide, was enormously fat and late in life deluded herself into thinking that she was having an adulterous affair with a druggist named Balch; though her family tried to convince her that Balch did not exist, she remained so guilty and remorseful that they eventually put her in a nursing home. A third daughter Florette, was Peggy’s mother.”
totally
http://www.newstatesman.com/blogs/helen-lewis-hasteley/2011/06/myhrvold-food-cooking-art
zombie
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/12/071206-roach-zombie.html
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I’m really living these Dada collages. (I meant to put liking, but maybe this is a case of a Freudian slip)
