the soft call of a collared dove and far beyond a crow’s cawing

"Kyoto -- falling straight down the first winter rain" Issa Kobayashi (image: rain in Kiyomizu temple, Takeji Asano)

Lilian May Miller (1895-1943) was a US woodblock printmaker and poet born in Tokyo, who was influenced by a Japanese printmaking style of strong colours and bold design #Womensart

Marcella Giulia Pace, Italian astrophotographer who took ten years to capture 48 colours of the moon #WomensArt (via Amazing Physics) #FullMoon

and then the sun left the sky’s sapphire to the moon

moon and sun meeting in a brightly azure sky

november rain at the seaside

circus music from the small lake over the cemetery up to the wood

Sarah Moon Langage des signes, 2001.

Yorkshire-based artist and printmaker Pippa Dyrlaga who creates intricate paper cut artworks #womensart

more synapses in our brain than stars in our galaxy beauty

light breezes from the lake leaves dancing in the air

A spoken language is a body, a living creature, whose physiognomy is verbal and whose visceral functions are linguistic. And this creature's home is the inarticulate as well as the articulate. John Berger, Confabulations

Shima Tamami (1937-1999), an influential Japanese printmaker who joined a Women's Print Association in her country, mid 20th century, at a time when women in the arts struggled to receive the same resources and promotion as their male equivalents #ReframingWomensPrintmakers

a soft and radical transition behind the apparent calm

Von den losen Enden dieser Welt.

Amy Friend, 'I Will Look For You In The Depth Of Blue' (from the series 'Dare alla Luce', 2024)

a smooth gradient into adularescence

the air as limpid as the lake’s colourless moonstone surface

september’s imperceptible veil a sudden touch of melancholy

when the masthead light is approaching the lemon moon

Irgendwo dazwischen ein leises Lied.

and through the swan’s reflection a shoal of tiny fish

After midnight, as I walk through ruins of lost intentions, the streetlights flicker like failing synapses. The city sleeps with its ghosts. Eternity is this soft collapse: of a black scarf on a metro seat, of a name on the tongue.

this longing for a country you’ve got in your genes

"Through a collection of 2,000 Japanese words, their English interpretations, and 100 drawings, Ando describes the breadth and diversity of rain’s many expressions: when it falls, how it falls, and how its observer might be transformed physically or emotionally by its presence."

wildflowers celebrating the rain Ogawa

'Cooktown Lighthouse' engraving by Australian printmaker Rachel Newling #WomensArt

thoughts carried away by this early sunday evening’s rain

all those words like painting clouds

We live in an infinity of infinities, and we reshape our lives with every passing thought and each unconscious action, threading an ever-changing course through the myriad possibilities of existence. Iain M. Banks / Transition

From the Archive: Japanese Gardens, Dyes and Silk – The Naturalist Carl Peter Thunberg’s Observations in the 1770s (2500 words). www.ikfoundation.org/itextilis/ja...

Michiko Chiyoda.

Dirk Schulte Das goldene Gitter 2024

this one seagull overlooking the old town from a crane

the silky swaying wings of an early summer day

words playing hide and seek in a lake of silvery air

Frank Lepold, Impromptu (2015)

this slight whiff of a familiar emotion

Ein Hof voller Kirschbäume, mitten in Berlin.

"The bloom is not a bloom, the mist not mist, At midnight she comes, and goes again at dawn. She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay? She goes like morning cloud, without a trace." ― Bai Juyi (白居易) (princess of China, Georges Barbier)

this journey to the heart of the lands you’ve known forever and ever

Da ist ein Sehnsuchtsort für Dich. #upcycling #Scherbenbringenglück #assemblage #mixedmedia #Unikat #Art by Teena

Oiseaux brillans du Brésil. Paris, 1834. (source: http://biodiversitylibrary.org/page/47697224) #nature #illustration #art

When Vesuvius erupted in 79AD, a group of painters/decorators fled Pompeii, leaving behind their unfinished work & these paint pots & mixing bowls. Pigments shown here range from yellow (ochre) to blue (Egyptian Blue) to red (Haematite) smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/a...

those words written in the skies within

tesserae combining themselves into their original mosaic pattern