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Bendik Riis, Havseiler, Oil on paper, 38,5x56,5
Bendik Riis, Sjøfugler (Seabirds), Oil on panel, 60x80
Bendik Riis, Landskap med bjørkestammer (Landscape with birch trunks), Oil on panel, 59x75
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today, i spent some time picking dandelion buds to make capers. i gathered about a liter of them, washed them, put them in a brine with lemon zest, and canned them. before that i walked on the shore at low tide and picked some rocks that could be a good source of natural pigments. i grinded some of them on a boulder, mixed the resulting powder with some sea water into a paste and tried it out on a pale surface (i used the inside of mussel shells).
the dandelions, the shore, the rocks, the shells, the low tide, the night. none of these solve the world. none of them redeem history. none of them end extraction. yet they call forth a response, and the response is not infinite. it is finite. you gather the buds, you make the capers, you grind the pigment, you walk, you pay attention, you receive, you give something back. perhaps that is why the sorrow becomes bearable there – because it is no longer asking you to hold the entire world. the voice in the sorrow may not be saying "save everything". it may be saying something quieter, more demanding: "stay".
on the shore, does the grief feel different?
not much i can sustainably carry in lived attention without strain tbh
Concepts alone do not protect. No concept can protect you from spiritual loss. No tradition can protect you from spiritual loss. No identity can protect you from spiritual loss. No critique can protect you from spiritual loss.
Naming something correctly will never be the equivalent of adressing it. I resist the temptation to find a resting place in ideas.
bleu myosotis bleu
Folio from a Dispersed Nuzhatnama, Early 15th Century