Dennis Oppenheim - Go-Between, 1972
A 20 minute fist fight.
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Dennis Oppenheim - Go-Between, 1972
A 20 minute fist fight.
I have only to contemplate myself; man comes from nothing, passes through time, and disappears forever in the bosom of God. He is seen but for a moment wandering on the verge of two abysses, and then is lost. If man were wholly ignorant of himself he would have no poetry in him, for one cannot describe what one does not conceive. If he saw himself clearly, his imagination would remain idle and would have nothing to add to the picture. But the nature of man is sufficiently revealed for him to know something of himself and sufficiently veiled to leave much impenetrable darkness, a darkness in which he ever gropes, forever in vain, trying to understand himself.
Alexis de Tocqueville (via observando)
Holy shit
Daydream history plaques installed in various Sydney locations.
A wind starts to blow, without feelings, A song falls in love, without singing, A life will begin in melodies of the strings, May you find all pleasure of the light, God bless, Warrior of Light!
Santosh Kalwar (via observando)
Night. It has two hands I can use. Its fingers in a plum too ripe not to split. I had to split it. It was so much itself—bloody flesh, wild purple skin. A fistful so lush it was almost imaginary, smelling of love, it didn’t matter whose.
Brenda Shaughnessy, from “This Person-Sized Sky with Bruise,” Our Andromeda (via warwisher)
Mujer recostada, Ricardo Martínez. Mexican born in 1918.
Mehdi Ghadyanloo
Hat Trick Without Encouragement, 2015 Gravity of sadness, 2015
100cm by 100cm Acrylic on canvas
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Courrèges in Kyoto, 1993
Further frivolous saturdayism: Joan Mirós costume for a staging of the Ubu Roi, a play by Alfred Jarry. It was first performed in Paris at the Théâtre de l'Œuvre, causing a riotous response in the audience as it opened and closed on December 10, 1896. It is a wild, bizarre and comic play, overturning cultural rules, norms, and conventions. It was a precursor to Dada, Surrealism and the Theatre of the Absurd.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)
Émotion, 39 min, 1966, Nobuhiko Ôbayashi
Bathing Children, The Dive - Ettore Tito 1906
Italian 1859-1941
E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
Darren Bader - 'rocks and mirrors’, November 3 - December 23, 2015
installation view, Galleria Franco Noero, Torino
Mushroom landart by Jill Bliss