an autumnal evening. Think it was last year.
R took this serendipitous shot from the track just up the road looking across Sawyers Bay on an autumnal evening. Think it was last year. Another something beautiful: Bird Attack by Meghan Howland. I bought this enormous print some time ago and had to wait for a year to summon the courage to have it framed because it was so spookily evocative and well... personal reasons. Now I just regret I didn't do it sooner. Thanks to Tenoch at Mariposa Framing for a nice job. The camera has a bit of a hard time exposing it correctly in our dark bedroom, which annoys me because its delicate tonality speaks volumes. You can see the original web image here. Meghan's work is powerfully transcendent. But don't take my word for it- visit her site.
I'm too pissed off to tell you what sort of visual and textual obstacles you'll be facing this week, but then a lot of people use rage to mask disorganisation so get the fuck out of my face :) In the meantime, here's a good, slightly surreal and highly intriguing read: A Dream of Secular Utopia in DAESH's (I refuse to call them ISIS) Backyard: Wez Enzinna's piece in the NYT about the fucking amazing sociopolitical rev that's going down in Kurdish northern Syria. Oh Brian Chippendale. Marry me. Save us all. * Not a Haiku for Brian * Stare into his glowing flesh it all comes from the elbows they are Shiva's fulcrum. * More embittered exposition * Indifferent photographs * Pointless description * |
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