a craving for digestive biscuits

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal. ~Anna Akhmatova [L'attente by Gao Xingjian]

The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transforming force on the planet. ~Adrienne Rich [The Crystal Gazer by Gertrude Käsebier (1904)]

And then let an unknown man From some future century Stare at me audaciously, And give me, a fleeting shade, An armful of wet lilacs Just as the thunderstorm passes away. ~Anna Akhmatova [Wild Lilac and Mist by John Marshall Gamble]

a craving for digestive biscuits

Vast sin-concealing chaos

This poem “In the History of the Glass Hospital Universe” might be my favorite of the year. From Izzy Casey in the recent issue Bennington Review.

Flower Still Life, 1669, by #MariaVanOosterwijck (#MariaVanOosterwyck; Dutch, 1630–1693), who died #otd, Nov 12. Held by the Cincinnati Art Museum, www.cincinnatiartmuseum.org/art/explore-...   #artherstory #womenartists

sky out the back window

love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.

dreamcatching

I imagined a ghost. It didn’t exist & knew it didn’t. It knew it was impossible. The ghost wasn’t violent but very discreet & didn’t intrude on privacy. But it loved to haunt. It wanted to see how we handled things, specifically the fact that soon we’d also be impossible ghosts, haunting impossibly.

...in mancanza di pensieri esatti e parole trasparenti

morning through a looking glass

#collage ornaments #handcut #papercollage

The most sensitive musical instrument is the human soul. The next is the human voice. One must purify the soul until it begins to sound. Arvo Pärt

Detail.

Beautiful essay by Becca Rothfeld on Ingeborg Bachmann in @thenation.com. www.thenation.com/article/cult...

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

Christmas Hill ... "Where wishes bloom"

ㅤ Every path begins as a rumour, a quiet suggestion in the earth, that someone once believed in that direction. — vanpeltfoto art: Mysterious Song — Henryk Weyssenhoff, 1921 ㅤ

Pansies by Jan Voerman Jr., Dutch 1950

No, my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence. ~Antonio Machado

'Cover for Harper's Bazar', by Erté, 1923

Regarding myself as a mere echo, Cave-like, unintelligible and nocturnal. ~Anna Akhmatova [L'attente by Gao Xingjian]

sky out the back window

There could only be a meeting of their mysteries if one surrendered to the other: the surrender of two unknowable worlds done with the trust with which two understandings might surrender to each other. ~Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)

One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery. ~Clarice Lispector

Dirk Schulte Selbstbildnis im Übergang 2024

#abstract #painting #art I’m trying oil paint.

Red berries and ice.

A strange experience yesterday. Afternoon collapsed on itself, not with a star’s power, exploded radiance falling back in concentrated immensity, but a drear apotheosis, a hum just above silent amid soiled white light. It was emptiness, not meditative or inviting action but a special kind of nothing

bitter is the sweetness last a folly for the dreamer

Believe in the darkness what you have seen in the light. ~Lilias Trotter

1776: Redwings. These birds begin to appear at last.

Candy-pink brushstrokes, in Piles of French Novels, Van Gogh, 1887

One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery. ~Clarice Lispector

'Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.' -Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

our paths uncrossed ghost of a chance

𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲

#MixedMedia #Painting #art #abstract #sureal #folklore

Franz Marc Colorful Flowers (Abstract Forms)

Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear! ~Fernando Pessoa

most ardently

The imaginary is what tends to become real. ~André Breton

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name. ~André Breton [Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne-Jones]