February 2012
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“Painting is an inner necessity for me and for the survival of our culture. It’s fundamental source is a means for discovering reason and always will be that. A good painting lives on, can offer possibilities for understanding ourselves in a way other media cannot. I like that it does it quietly. It’s emotionally important to me, it continues to surprise and inform me in how to live...
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“Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects....”
– Elie Wiesel (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
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Geer van Velde (1898-1977) Composition oil on canvas 35 x 35 cm
“The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint since, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.”
Samuel Beckett, from Three Dialogues with George Duthuit
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“There is nothing precipitous, or gay, or proud in form,
everything appears, taking shape with obvious poverty,
the light of the earth comes from is eyelids
not like the stroke of a bell but rather like tears:
the texture of the day, it feeble canvas,
serves as a bandage for the patients, serves to make signs
in a farewell, behind the absence:
it is the color that wants only to replace,
to...
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A library is always expanding
“The fact is that a library, indeed, is always expanding; from the “big bang” of one’s first book, up until its owner dies. A library cannot really dwindle, or be emptied of a part of its substance, then start growing again. At least, not without mortal danger. Each one of the books it incorporates at one moment or another of its existence becomes indispensable, even if it...
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Unkingd by affection?
One exchanges the empire of one’s desire for the anarchy of pleasures. But pleasures themselves one finds are not domestic. And the trouble of the soul casts jewel-like reflextions upon the daily surfaces. One has moved only to a world where the devoted household commonplaces cast shadows that are empires; where the warmth of the hearth is kept alive in a cold that extends infinitely, the...
January 2012
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Wolfgang Laib, Without Place – Without Time – Without Body, 2009, Mounds of rice and pollen, installation detail.
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“la nebbia mi circonda e non riesco a vedere oltre”
by Karin Spegel
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Voyelles: Arthur Rimbaud, autograph manuscript, 1871-1872: image by Siren-Com, 2010 (Musée Rimbaud, Charleville-Mézières)
via Tom Clark
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A sealed stillness - only the stream moves, tremor and furl of water under dead leaves.
In silence the wood declares itself: angles and arabesques of darkness, branch, bramble, tussocks of ghost grass - under my heel ice shivers frail blue as sky between the runes of trees.
Far up rooks, crows flail home.
Frances Horovitz
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Landings
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“To paint involves a certain crisis, or at least a critical moment of sensation...”
– Cy Twombly, 1957 [Fr] (via artchipel)
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Perfect Afternoon - 2010, Oil on Canvas, 50 x 50 inches by Matthew Langley
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Credo
By Robinson Jeffers
My friend from Asia has powers and magic, he plucks a blue leaf from the young blue-gum
And gazing upon it, gathering and quieting
The God in his mind, creates an ocean more real than the ocean, the salt, the actual
Appalling presence, the power of the waters.
He believes that nothing is real except as we make it. I humbler have found in my blood
Bred west of...