i don't agree with the phrase 'all's fair in love and war'
eyes wide shut
21 February 2009
quoth the raven
velociraptors are wicked cool & ive been thinking about them a lot (read: more frequently not perpetually) lately, im not sure why
20 February 2009
conversing in hushed whispers of code speak 2007
a frenzied search to capture the world around us adventure w/ robbie
syracuse, ny // fall 2007
the best elder male influences a girl could ever hope for
dziadzi // dad circa december 2007
18 February 2009
by peau // polanoid.net
the sense of the world is short, long and various the report, to love and be beloved...
- excerpt from 'eros' by ralph waldo emerson
'The stuff of thought is the seed of the artist. Dreams from the bristles of the artists brush. As the eye functions as the brain's sentry, I communicate my innermost perceptions through the art, my worldview.'
- arshile gorky, armenian-born american painter
jess (part II) // january 2009
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
la mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même // 1915-1923 marcel duchamp
(translated 'Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even' & also called 'The Large Glass')
i remember learning about this work my freshman year in a survey of art class and thinking it was intriguing but not really understanding why someone would make a work out of dust, wire, foil, etc. then when i was living in london the summer after that class, i saw a replica in the tate gallery. the way it caught the light was absolutely mesmerizing. my 20th century american art class brought it back into my mind and when i think about it now, i really appreciate the work quite a bit. this is probably because ive been able to experience it in person and also because i see things with a completely different perspective now than i did my freshman year. art is kind of like literature in that respect, your perception of the work is unequivocally influenced by where you are at that point in your life when you happen to cross paths with the work. really quite fascinating when you think about it because the works themselves are constant.
'in life all things come under magnetic influences of each other'
- john marin, early american modernist (painting by marin //off york island, 1922)
14 February 2009
(part of a spread to be published in jerk magazine // march 2009)
its a bit scary how rapidly my mood changes when i drink coffee.
ive been drinking it a lot lately, and when i do its like all of my senses are immediately amplified. my appreciation for everything increases tenfold and im just overwhelmingly happy about all that i see even more than usual. god, everything is so beautiful.
e "From the Hindu point of view each soul is divine. All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn't matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One's values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality."
- george harrison
(im increasingly intrigued by george harrison and his path to adopting a more eastern way of thought).
'oh, my dearest, I could not love you so! But when I hold you I hold everything that is -- sand, time, the tree of the rain,
everything is alive so that I can be alive: without moving I can see it all: in your life I see everything that lives.'
- excerpt from pablo nerudas sonnet xiii
04 February 2009
(i somehow stumbled upon these & i find them mesmerizing)