hoʻomanaʻo etc.

Ua lawa mākou i ka pōhaku/I ka ʻai kamahaʻo o ka ʻāina

[ho-omana-o]

Did a thing...https://wordswilling.substack.com/

[ho-omana-o]

“If a thing loves, it is infinite.”

— William Blake, Annotations to Swedenborg

[lyssahumana]

[artist-fernand-leger]

Umbrella and Bowler, Fernand Léger, 1926, MoMA: Painting and Sculpture

A. Conger Goodyear Fund Size: 51 ¼ x 38 ¾" (130.1 x 98.2 cm) Medium: Oil on canvas

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/80186

[ashleykospring]

Constantin Brancusi (Romanian, 1876–1957), A Muse, 1918.

Jeune Fille Sophistiquée, 1928

Constantin Brancusi

Constantin Brancusi. Bird in Space. 1928. Bronze, 54 x 8 ½ x 6 ½

Constantin Brancusi - The Cock, 1924. Cherry, 47 5/8 x 18 ¼ x 5 ¾ in (121 x 46.3 x 14.6 cm)

Constantin Brancusi, Fish, 1930.

Barbara Hepworth, Child with Mother, 1972, white marble, 35-3/8 x 27 x 25" (89.9 x 68.6 x 63.5 cm)

Barbara Hepworth, Large and Small Form 1934, Sculpture, White alabaster, 250 x 450 x 240 mm,

Dame Barbara Hepworth 1903–1975,Marble on wooden base,829 × 740 × 585 mm, 345 kg

Barbara Hepworth, Pierced Hemisphere l, 1937. Marble 35 x 38 x 38 cm

Barbara Hepworth. Oval Sculpture, 1943

Franz West

Untitled

2008

Papier-mâché, lacquer, polystyrene, and metal can on artist’s pedestal

92 3/8 x 40 3/16 x 23 5/8 inches (234.6 x 102 x 60 cm)

Franz West

Sculpture

Papier-mâché, gauze, plaster and paint with (2) lacquer cans on table of MDF, with paint, and steel

Artwork size

132.1 x 101.6 x 81.3 (cm)

52.0 x 40.0 x 32.0 (inch)

Franz West

Lotus 2006

Medium

Polyester

65 3/8 x 6’ 10 5/8" x 9’ 6

1/8" (166 x 210 x 290 cm)

Franz West, Smears, 2010, installation view, 2010 at Tate Liverpool

Franz West

Untitled (Orange)

2006

Polyester

Dimensions

7’ 6 ½" x 10’ x 9’ 2 ¼"

(229.9 x 304.8 x 280 cm)

[nobrashfestivity]

Sam Gilliam

Day Tripper

1971

[abstrakshun]

Sam Gilliam (American, 1933 - 2022)

Annie - 2022

@ David Kordansky Gallery - LA, NY

[thunderstruck9]

Sam Gilliam (American, 1933-2022), Like Celadon and Other Color Rhythms, 2000. Acrylic on Plexigas, mounted on wood, 58 1⁄4 x 79 in.

[sumahi]

Protest outside of the US military firing range complex built above the Litekyan area in Northern Guam. This was part of a series of protests in response to the testing of the firing range areas earlier this year.

[dk-thrive]

I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged, damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.

— May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude​ (W.W. Norton & Company, October 17, 1992) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[mybeingthere]

Nikoleta Sekulovic says: 'Every single woman is different; the way my models pose reflects a part of who they are, expressing their personality. There is no pretence, no trying to act out, they are simply themselves, and that’s great. The way a woman thinks she should look or tries to conform to an ideal of beauty should not hold her back from being who she is.'

Nikoleta Sekulovic creates in the tradition of Odalisque portraiture and yet redefines her subject as both parent and muse. In a muted palette and void of props and distractions, the artist’s intent is to highlight the female form stripped of external expectations and in a state of authenticity, as opposed to more traditional expressions of sexuality.

Nikoleta Sekulovic is an artist and mother, presently living and creating in Madrid. Born in Rome to a German mother and a Serbian father, she has worked in London, Paris and New York, exhibiting across these cities.

[ho-omana-o]

about worms and wormholes and feeling empty

we're all broken in some way. me, i've got holes shot all through me. i've never seen them, but i can feel

the way they tunnel through me, gnaw at my vital signs, leave pockets of air 

[ho-omana-o]

There are tunnels where my mind used to be.

[ho-omana-o]

[tenthousandyellowjackets]

The Great Bat Awakens by Jeff Soto

[ho-omana-o]

April 13, 2015. When do you start losing control? For me, I think it started just after I turned thirty. A week of fatigue grew into a feverish emergency room  visit. The doctors said it wasn’t meningitis, and I only had to take a bunch of tylenol until the symptoms came down, but I would experience bouts of exhaustion sporadically over the next few years. My mind would just go blank for moments at a time. I would catch myself staring out a window and shake myself back into awareness. Did other people feel like this? I had never felt so detached from the steady roll of my conscious thoughts.

Is control a real thing or just a useful fiction we tell ourselves? I was never good at making things up, at least not things that could bear the weight of my growing, nagging dissatisfaction. Do we ever really “make believe”? It’s almost an oxymoron. If it is a construction we are actualizing in the present tense, then we are by nature accepting that it is not based on objective reality. I guess I never believed in objective reality, though. And what’s a fiction without a shared understanding of the world from which we can then make various leaps of faith?

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[ho-omana-o]

I am drowning in the cold. Electric lights flit like moths and I am a flame of darkness Sputtering in the cold