As time passes, the thought grows that life should amount to something, and I haven't done much to make a difference to anyone or anything. But the world is not a tree to carve your initials into, so perhaps it's better to leave it whole, without cut marks or other traces.

Myron Stout / Tereisias, 1964

For #caturday, a thread of Chinese cat night-lights, porcelain figures made since the Ming period, often for the export market. A candle was placed inside with the light shining through the cat's eyes, reportedly intended for children afraid of the dark & perhaps also to scare off rats

Stone Bear 16th–17th century Chumash (Met Museum)

A few days ago, when the window was open, I could hear cicadas in the distance. They sounded uncertain amid all the birdsong, and their short outburst ended abruptly, like a rehearsal for autumn.

"How fragile we are, between the few good moments." - Jane Hirshfield

John Paul Jones, "Friday's Lesson," 1962 www.moma.org/collection/w...

While I was washing my hands, a soap bubble escaped, and some imperceptible air current carried it first up towards the ceiling and then out into the living room. It moved restlessly, like a living thing searching for something, and I felt a sudden sadness when I realised how much we had in common.

I just finished watching Love Generation, and now the theme song keeps looping in my head. Ah, the nostalgia...

In a garden where memories are grown I become a river #micropoetry

Four recent studies of ferns. As I've recently been enjoying looking back over the work of Karl Blossfeldt. #photography #monochrome #blackandwhite #bnw

#contemporaryart #cyanotype #toned #tree #pine

A month or two ago, the angle was just right for the early morning sun to leave a patch of ochre light on the wall outside my room. It seemed like a daily occurrence back then, a miracle of the dependable kind, but now it's gone, and I wonder what might happen in the months before it reappears.

Citipati – Dancing Skeletons, Mongolia (16th century)(polychromy on bone) #MementoMori

A while ago, I tried to learn Japanese archery because it seemed like a good way to be more present. But the teacher expected everyone to prepare for the exams right away, and I had to quit as my knees couldn't keep up. I felt like a lame old racehorse. I wonder if kyudo in Japan is like that too?

"After Radigue's purely abstract, highly visceral music, there is nowhere else to go. You've reached the end point, or maybe a kind of beginning, the start of an infinite penetration into the absolute essence where there is, and can be, no end."

I have tried to bring as much distance between us as possible, but you are still here with me, inside my head, torturing me as you always have. And so I have conjured up imagined beings of my own, weak at first, and I will nurture them until they are strong enough to reclaim what you have occupied.

adrift #arizona #desert #soundart #videoart #movingimage

sprig snapped, a life, crushed blossom … light wanes but sky’s still -Norman Fischer

Yamamoto Masao ~ Untitled #1678 From Kawa - Flow: Ten Owls (at Yancey Richardson) (gelatin silver print, 2016) #YamamotoMasao #Photography #Owls

Thinking about time and light in this painting by Rebecca Harp, while a sleepless night spent in a hotel threatens to annihilate the coming day in every possible way. Pink Window of Time by Rebecca Harp

I remember a film in which someone is given a drug to slow his perception of time and then thrown from a great height. That is how life feels to me: a brief fall through time, but because we cannot sense the tingling as it rushes past our skin, we go on about our days as if standing on solid ground.

空き地 #photography #mobilephotography @bskyphotos.bsky.social

長閑なる折こそなけれ花を思ふ心のうちに風はふかねど There is not even a moment of calmness. In the heart that loves the blossoms, the wind is already blowing. 和泉式部 Izumi Shikibu (tr. Zoltan Barczikay) #poetry #和歌

⼼むなしくあらなみのよせてはかへし My heart is empty; The violent waves come and go. ⼭頭火 Santoka (tr. John Stevens) #haiku #俳句

it is at the edge of the petal that love waits - william carlos williams

Field Notes /32, 2025 Rollerball pen on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm

I'm terrified of bathroom mould, but fungi have survived the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs, so they aren't all that bothered by an ape with a sponge. Sometimes, when you have scrubbed and scrubbed again, all you can do is acknowledge their evolutionary headstart and learn how to coexist.

The farm where the crippled horses heal The woods where autumn is reversed #nowlistening

"The cure for pain is in the pain." —Rumi

Constantin Brancusi / Sculpture for the Blind, 1924

西芳寺にて。

I have wanted to become someone with no history, to shed my name, forget my mother tongue, start at ground zero. But even if you never taste it again, the body remembers every poison fed to it, and the only way forward leads into this maze of memories, not around it.

Bill Traylor / Untitled (Mule, Dog, and Scene with Chicken), July 1939

"I wanted a music you could wear like an amulet, like a spell, like a religious medal around your neck. Music as protection." #nowlistening

"The wound is the place where the light enters you." —Rumi

For a brief moment the light in the room darkened, and I realised that a bird had passed in front of the sun, like the moon during a solar eclipse, and its shadow had travelled across the world, and I had been right there, right in the path of darkness.

I had left a gap when closing the curtain, and in the morning there was a patch of light in the corner of the room. It had appeared precisely on the line where the two walls met, and this almost deliberate placement felt as unlikely as hope in the most hopeless of places.