Lynette Yiadom-Boakye The Hours Behind You, 2011, oil on canvas, 98 3/8 x 118 1/8 inches, LYB11.038, Jack Shainman Gallery, NY
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Lynette Yiadom-Boakye The Hours Behind You, 2011, oil on canvas, 98 3/8 x 118 1/8 inches, LYB11.038, Jack Shainman Gallery, NY
Aylin Derya
May Allāh ﷻ accept our siyām, qiyām & acts of worship and may He grant us the ability to utilise every precious moment of this Blessed month to engage in that which pleases Him. Aameen
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Emily Jacir
‘MEMORIAL TO 418 PALESTINIAN VILLAGES WHICH WERE DESTROYED, DEPOPULATED AND OCCUPIED BY ISRAEL IN 1948′
A refugee tent embroidered with the names of the 418 Palestinian villages.
“The most anti-capitalist protest is to care for another and to care for yourself. To take on the historically feminized and therefore invisible practice of nursing, nurturing, caring. To take seriously each other’s vulnerability and fragility and precarity, and to support it, honor it, empower it. To protect each other, to enact and practice community. A radical kinship, an interdependent sociality, a politics of care. Because, once we are all ill and confined to the bed, sharing our stories of therapies and comforts, forming support groups, bearing witness to each other’s tales of trauma, prioritizing the care and love of our sick, pained, expensive, sensitive, fantastic bodies, and there is no one left to go to work, perhaps then, finally, capitalism will screech to its much-needed, long-overdue, and motherfucking glorious halt.”
— from Sick Woman Theory by Johanna Hedva
Shirô Kasamatsu
Shiodoki
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Hans Erni / Couple dancing with fruit in hair, 1952. Mixed media.
Ecosystems flourish because they are teeming with diversity. This can teach us a lot about human relationships, as we often reject those ‘not like us’ in favour of those who seem outwardly familiar. Living connections depend on two basic things: allowing the self to exist while at the same time helping other(s) come alive. We lack this idea of reciprocity in our relationships. If you look at philosophical books about love, you find that you allegedly love someone or something because you gain what you don’t already possess as an individual. In this view, love is a resource. It is something we can ‘extract’, just as we extract from the living land. We have colonised love in the West. As we all know from the partnership war zone, such relationships often fail because they inhibit the freedom of others. They fail because they are not faithful to ecological reality. Healthy relating means growing through the other’s growth. For me, this is a working definition of love: a practice that makes others alive and, through this, enlivens yourself. Our bodies still function according to this ecological love, a harbinger of our animal nature.
The Poetics of Ecology: A conversation with Andreas Weber
Fanny Howe, Erato
Yayoi Kusama, Rain, 1978
For those who have asked in the past and are interested, I finally made an IG! You can find me at aminatopoeia.
وإذا خسرت كل شيء ، فلن تفقد الله ، وهذا غني تمامًا ومطمئن
And if you lost everything, you did not lose God, and this is completely hopeful and reassuring.
shades of green ~~
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit