[garv-painter]

Joan Mitchell. Pastels on paper

[loveridden1999]

i hope something good happens to me. i hope something good happens to you too. i hope something good happens to all of us soon

[portal2myfantasy]

i Dream of seamless reciprocity

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions for Traveling West

[hoursofreading]

“I feel it in my work as a teacher, where I recognize that we are so close — so, so close — to a world where teaching looks like AI-generating lesson plans and delivering those lesson plans using AI-generated slides, and then assessing the skills of those lessons using AI-generated tests, and then grading those tests using a form of AI. The content of AI producing student work that is then fed back to AI for AI to assess. And for what? And at what cost? It pains me. It pains me deeply. And then I sit down and I read about clams. And it’s not just that I am reading about clams. It’s that I am reading the perspective of someone who thought that it was worth paying attention to clams. There. Remind me again why we read? I think that’s part of it. You pick up a book and someone has you by the arm. There, they are saying, look over there. They are pointing now. They are holding something in their hand. Little clam in the palm, refusing to open. Look at that thing that loves being alive, how it resists the same sun we turn our cheek towards. Crazy world, beautiful place. Down in the deep somewhere, a clam smaller than my hand is withstanding the pressure of a few dozen full-size trains just hanging out on top of its body.”

— Mary Oliver’s “Clam” - by Devin Kelly

[punlovsin]

If so, then love is much more than love: love is something before love: it’s plankton struggling, and the great living neutrality struggling.

c lispector

[dyingenigma]

[spirit-of-art]

Wassily Kandinsky, Graceful ascent

[petaltexturedskies]

If i lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.

Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother Aurelia, written c. July 1951, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

[ross-hollander]

I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

[demiiwhiffin]

yes and no but mostly yes (x + x)

[offshoreoilrig]

You need to touch saltwater

[saturnianrules]

photographer: Nik Paustovskiy, from KINBAKU' series

[stuckinapril]

How I’m moving through September bc the air feels different and I’m ready to make the change I need to happen

[cocainejuul]

I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon

[killyridols]

wetlands by amy beager, 2022, acrylic & oil on linen, 100 × 70 centimeters

[zegalba]

Flowers by Irving Penn (1980)