Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
I miss you.
Rest Energy - Marina Abramović and Ulay / The Archer - TS
As Above So Below band by Arcana Obscura Designs
I am your worst fear//I am your best fantasy. After Donna Gottschalk.
Letterpress on latex gloves, stymie 30 point medium and bold.
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
— Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Mirror (1975) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
— Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
Look through any window, Paloma Salgado Díaz
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“I’m not saying goodbye. There isn’t any goodbye, unless gravity, which is lying in wait for me, pulls me down entirely. But how could it, since you are alive.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Let's not talk. We're not good at it. With you I am useless with words. As if somehow I had to learn to speak all over again, as if the words I needed haven't been invented yet. We're cowards. Come back to bed. At least there I feel I have you for a little. For a moment. For a catch of the breath. You let go. You ache and tug. You rip my skin.
Sandra Cisneros, Vintage Cisneros
“You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, You Who Never Arrived