a dear, sweet friend for many years is going through a very scary time with her mother. if there are any angels out there with anything to spare, even a share helps so much. xx

Frederick Charles Tolhurst illustrated envelopes from letters sent to his children. British Postal Museum thelondonletters.com/blogs/news/e...

empathetic taste of nickle

sat in the warm sun and the cold wind this afternoon, listening to the pigeons coo, killing time in the little parc du portugal around the corner from cohen's doorstep.

10:30pm: driving back into the city in the rain, reading nancy comics in the back of the uber. perfect night.

This is the condition called ekstasis, literally "standing outside oneself" , a condition regarded by the Greeks as typical of mad persons, geniuses and lovers, and ascribed to poets by Aristotle. Anne Carson Ph. André Durst, 1936

often when i imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes. you run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark; i am forest. rilke

notebook on cities and clothes, wm wenders 1989 vimeo.com/558163664

Dream N° 35 1949 • Grete Stern

watching this essay on hiromix, i remember coming of age on the internet of the early 2000s, learning to make art, to express and document in a self created digital world felt so limitless in its possibilities. our space and our voices were our own, and the world felt so big.

I came to Minneapolis to report on what's going on, and one of the main questions I showed up with is "just what is the scale of the resistance?" After all, we're all used to the news calling Portland a "war zone" or whatever when it's just some protests in one part of town.

You know me I don't share fundraisers unless I can tell you I trust them with my whole heart and my own wallet. This one gets protective gear to legal observers in Minneapolis / Saint Paul www.gofundme.com/f/help-equip...

forgotten mnemonic Man Ray, 1925

🎥Flow of lymph Circulation of blood, 1926.

"artists really get down to the business of making their art when it is more painful to not make it than to make it." — art work, sally mann. a book of sometimes painful but simple truths occupying my mind this winter, into this new year.

Your body is away from me but there is a window open from my heart to yours. From this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly. ~Rumi

FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR SANITY PRAY IT ISN'T TRUE! Richard Matheson raids Nigel Kneale's 'what if we chuck science and the supernatural in bed together' with music from Delia Derbyshire and Brian Hodgeson from the Radiophonics team! Join #thefilmcrowd THE LEGEND OF HELL HOUSE at 8pm UK time! Link 👇

i once found marilyn monroe, fragments, a book of her intimate written ephemera & emily dickinson, the gorgeous nothings in the same visit in different corners of my favorite secondhand shop — like magic, but i think they must have come from the same home. or at least, they are now both in mine.

Christmas Eve from The Woman in Black by Susan Hill. I’m selling giclee prints & originals (I’ll post the originals & their prices here on Bluesky) of the illustrations I made for this book. Visit nicktankard.co.uk to see more. Giclee prints £75 (free P&P - UK only - I do ship worldwide also). Ta 👍🏻

an evening in october.

This person took this when they called the race

autumnal bouquet. ⚘

september's eventual transformation to october happens in the light.

september is almost over. milena writes about the "frantic carousel" of leaves blowing from the streets to the rooftops on frozen november nights in vienna in an article entitled "dance over the abyss", and i am imagining the loose hair and long coats of yohji yamamoto’s fw 1999 collection.

Home Darkrooms in Britian 📸🏠🏳️‍🌈 Oral History Project I wish to speak to LGBTQIA people who have experience of having a home darkroom or used a darkroom that felt like home. If you are interested in learning more, please get in touch:   📧 [email protected] 📞 +447902489831

when the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light...

The Los Angeles Times California Home Book by Carolyn S. Murray (1982) #CaliforniaPoppy

This is not the AI boom creating a new type of work, this is a classic example of managers using automation to deskill old ones. Creative workers who once made a higher wage creating original art and writing are now paid in piecework to edit automated output. Bosses are using AI to cut labor costs.

frederico garcia lorca (selected letters), 1921

I got a little lost, but it doesn't matter, because you may have come along, and now we're both lost. Franz Kafka, 1920.

finding egon schiele in the wild, last year. egon once wrote to anton peschka "i want to leave vienna soon... in vienna there are shadows." i am tired too of shadows.

3rd avenue el station windows 1. arnold eagle, 1936 2. lothar stelter, 1950

🎞️John Cimon Warburg Under the Red Light, 1909

this drawing I made of a frog is considered unanimously as one of the greatest drawings of our century

Clarence John Laughlin. The Ego-Centrics. 1940.

"It is your duty in life to save your dream." - Amedeo Modigliani 1884 – 1920

tonight we all meet at café herrenhof.

i love him, silly boy. #caturday

milena jesenskà and friends, but most importantly, with a cat, mid-1920s. #caturday

the beautiful art of caryn drexl. please see the urgent message from the artist below and consider buying some of her art if you can (directly via IG is best, please see prices & available work on her etsy). #art #artcommunity #artist . www.etsy.com/shop/caryndr... www.instagram.com/caryndrexl

This lilac unleaves. It falls from itself and hides its ancient shadow. I will die of such things. ~Alejandra Pizarnik

“Art offers some unspeakable truth... When two strangers are struck by a work of art and each invests it with a sense of their innermost being—perhaps involving trauma, memory or impossible desires—they relate to one another at a level of intimacy and vulnerability otherwise inaccessible.”

'We hold things in our bodies. The earth holds things in its body. In clay. In ice. The real. The unreal. Time. Each other. All the chances we had.' Anne de Marcken - It lasts forever and then it's over

"I asked ChatGPT” yeah well I ripped my beating heart from my chest and gleaned its red, red secrets. I spilled my guts and divined those slick, steaming mysteries. I looked within and deeper still and I never stopped looking.