letters to someone else

www.lukesmithers.com what fills me

[yama-bato]

Dan Holdsworth

Dan Holdsworth

Dan Holdsworth Photographer - News - AWARD

[zegalba]

Rick Owens autumn/winter 2024

[luthienne]

Rachel Cusk, from Outline

[Text ID: And likewise I was beginning to see my own fears and desires manifested outside myself, was beginning to see in other people's lives a commentary on my own. When I looked at the family on the boat, I saw a vision of what I no longer had: I saw something, in other words, that wasn't there. Those people were living in their moment, and though I could see it I could no more return to that moment than I could walk across the water that separated us. And of those two ways of living - living in the moment and living outside it - which was the more real?]

[antinoomar]

Edmund Teske. Mineral Baths, Big Sur, California, 1967. Getty Museum 

[psikonauti]

Luis Marden

Tahiti Island, French Polynesia, 1962

[soldasifir]

in silence

[thegreatinthesmall-deactivated2]

John Sturgeon. Narkose 1992

[pleoros]

roni horn - still water (the river thames, for example) 1999

[vincekris]

Silvino Mendonça

[forestgreenlesbian]

Cabinet Mineral for Soleil Rouge Digital — March, 2020

Alisa Calypso

[jinxproof]

Ali Michael | ph. Chadwick Tyler

© Chadwick Tyler

[lafilleblanc]

Jorge Mayet

De Mis Vivos y Mis Muertos,  2008 electrical wire, paper, acrylics, fabric

via saatchigallery

[lafilleblanc]

Nina Mae Fowler

Love I, II & III, 2019

Graphite and oil pastel on paper

via: cobgallery.com

[spergiuro]

akio jissoji & atsushi kaneko & hisayasu satô & suguru takeuchi, rampo noir (2005)

[soracities]

Jean Valentine, from “Sanctuary”

[cor-ardens-archive]

O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me. Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness were swandown. Let me see that darkness lamp in hand, this country become the other country sacred to desire.

Drowsy god, slow the wheels of my thought so that I listen only to the snowfall hush of thy circling. Close my beloved with me in the smoke ring of thy power, that we may be, each to the other, figures of flame, figures of smoke, figures of flesh newly seen in the dusk.

Denise Levertov, Hymn to Eros

[anodetoforever]