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they murdered woah vicky and replaced her with one of peter thiel's replicants
one of my fav 30 rock jokes
Foul beast ate that adventurer whole, RIP
the way god intended
it’s bc im on that damn phone honestly
“You open me like a flower […] You open me, I open, I turn into water…”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘To a Poem About Water, By Silvina Ocampo’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)
Sol LeWitt, Wall Drawing #736 Rectangles of Color, Executed by Anthony Sansotta and Andrea Marescalchi, Centro per l'arte contemporanea Luigi Pecci, Prato, [November] 1993 [© The Estate of Sol LeWitt]
Sol Lewitt, Rectangles of Color (Prato), 1994, woodcut, ed. 100 image size: 4 1/4 x 23 7/8 in. (10.8 x 60.6 cm) via Krakow Witkin Gallery
Adding Windows, a 1980 grid edition of 72 snapshots of windows, which happen to have been taken in Phuket, to the short list of Sol LeWitt works that evoke a specific sense of place.
Sol LeWitt was here [greg.org] image: Windows, 1980, 72 3 1/4 x 3 1/4 in., photos mounted in a grid, ed. 20+5AP, this one being sold by Krakow Witkin
from Child Art Therapy by Judith Aron Rubin, 1978 via stoppingoffplace
Emily Skaja, "Black Lake", pub. The Offing [ID'd]
i want clavicular to fall deeply and irrevocably in love with woahvicky
when i grow up i wanna be a dandelion
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Age of Reason
i have spent the past seven days curating a truly demented gym playlist
i have such a bizarre soft spot for vicky truly