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having a crush is wrong and isn’t natural
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from a cistercian processional, produced in the cistercian nunnery günterstal abbey, c. 1600
source: Karlsruhe, BLB, Cod. Güntersthal 2
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Day 7: Revival
In the hills of Colletto Fava, in Piedmont, Italy, once stood an enormous pink rabbit, over 60 meters tall: Hase, created in 2005 by the Austrian art collective Gelitin. Woven from waterproof fabric and stuffed with straw, it was designed to be climbed, walked on, and hugged by visitors, like a toy fallen from the sky. Its purpose was not only to entertain but also to show how art and nature intertwine: the artists planned for the rabbit to slowly decompose over the years, until it disappeared.
By 2016, the weather had already begun to erode its form, and today, only a few traces remain. Where the gigantic Hase once stood, vegetation has reclaimed its place. This artwork, more than a curious attraction, became a silent reminder that time never stops, not even for the most monumental creations.
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Supernova - Luc Dondeyne, 2025
Belgian, b. 1963 -
Oil on canvas, 150 x 180 cm.
The awnings III - Antonio Barahona , 2026.
Spanish , b. 1984 -
Oil on wood , 90 x 60 cm.
There is a standard media depiction of a "healed" person. Someone who has Gone To Therapy. I've noticed this in a few works recently. We often see them at the end of a story, maybe in a "ten years later" epilogue. They speak in a soft, serene voice. They have Accepted what they cannot change. They have let go of a lot, including most of what we see them actually care about in the story itself. They are Happy, At Peace, in some non-descript way. They bare little resemble to the person we were actually shown. They bare little resemblance to any person. We were shown, as we usually are in stories, an agent, a desirer, someone becoming. Now they have Become. And they look back on all that silly becoming as something childish that they have moved past. Fire, you know, fire is for children who don't know any better. To be Healed is to have your fire rightly extinguished; to not even miss it.
"DSM-5 seems to have no definition of happiness other than the absence of suffering. The normal individual in this book is tranquilized and bovine-eyed, mutely accepting everything in a sometimes painful world without ever feeling much in the way of anything about it." — Sam Kriss's review of the DSM-5 as a piece of surrealist literature
Light in the Window
Neo Bauhaus
acrylic on canvas, 2022
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I think a lot of writers might benefit from giving themselves permission to get weird with format.
Use second person, drop classic rising action and climax format, write backwards, just sit in a moment, tell all you want and refuse to show, make an entire book that’s just one run on sentence, reject tropes, use all tropes, cliche yourself to death, produce something that’s completely gibberish. Break all the rules of marketability. Become ungovernable.
Write a story that just takes place inside one pathetic little person’s head. Do it. It’s enrichment in your enclosure.
Do the writer’s equivalent of playing with finger paints. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it
It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping but listen. Listen. Just get weird with it. Open your soul up a little bit. Like actually don’t worry about it being palatable. I’m serious. Get weirder. Get weirder right now. I’m demanding that you get weirder right now. It’s not your responsibility to make your reader feel good. It’s your job to make art, goddamnit. Make art. Make weird art. Open up your third eye and eat an entire cheesecake.