of all flowers, you

lover of all beautiful things

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, from “The Old Catcher Considers the Failing of His Knees"

[weltenwellen]

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Back in my room I can’t hear the river passing like time, or the moon emerging from the shadow of earth, but I can see the water that never repeats itself. It’s very difficult to look at the World and into your heart at the same time.”

— Jim Harrison, from “The Davenport Lunar Eclipse,” Complete Poems, ed. Joseph Bednarik (Copper Canyon Press, 2021)

[existential-celestial]

“Love bestows innocence. It has nothing to forgive. The person loved is not the same as the person seen crossing the street or washing her face. Nor exactly the same as the person living his (or her) own life and experience, for he (or she) cannot remain innocent. Who then is the person loved? A mystery, whose identity is confirmed by nobody except the lover. How well Dostoevsky saw this. Love is solitary even though it joins. The person loved is the being who continues when the person’s own actions and egocentricity have been dissolved. Love recognises a person before the act and the same person after it. It invests this person with a value which is untranslatable into virtue.”

— John Berger, from “Between Two Colmars,” in About Looking (1980).

[kafk-a]

Material as Metaphor, Anni Albers

[weltenwellen]

Kerry Egan, On Living

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID:

When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

Don't make this bigger than it is, which is big enough to swallow whales and civilizations.

I joined the blue, I was blue.

And when I looked down, I shattered and reformed so many times, you know, I couldn't catch a clear look at myself. ]

[thunderstruck9]

Justin Mortimer (British, 1970), An Uncertain Afternoon, 2025. Oil on board, 61 x 76 cm.

[seven-winged-liar]

she butterfly on my effect til i (gravely serious) everything could have been different

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

quote from the last living frank lloyd wright client, roland reisley, who is 101 and has lived in his flw house for 73 years

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, from “All That Wanting, Right?”

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[alcnfr]

One of the afternoon's Chipping Sparrows (Spizella passerina) in Feeder City.

[goneintohidingliterally]

the cover and a selection of pages from the fabric book I just finished, This summer I spent a lot of time sleeping with my head in a pool of moonlight.

The pages are printed on canvas, muslin, and cotton bedsheets and are silkscreened, printed with photo intaglio processes, drawn on, and embroidered.

[huariqueje]

Blueberries - Teija Lehto , 2024.

Finnish, b. 1965 -

Woodcut , 43 x 60 cm.

[humanrestroom]