Max Ernst. La mer aux oiseaux. 1925/1926
Max Ernst (German, 1891-1976), La mer aux oiseaux [The Sea Birds], 1925-26. Oil on board, 49 x 33.5 cm.
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Max Ernst. La mer aux oiseaux. 1925/1926
Max Ernst (German, 1891-1976), La mer aux oiseaux [The Sea Birds], 1925-26. Oil on board, 49 x 33.5 cm.
Training my nervous system to choose an unfamiliar heaven instead of a familiar hell
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
(via Illustrator and author Yumi Sakugawa on unlearning the self-punitive model of making art – The Creative Independent)
we should all get really into chartreuse and other spectacular grellows
Athena Nangala Granites. “Napalijarri-Warnu Jukurrpa (Seven Sisters Dreaming)
Rufino Tamayo (1899-1991)— Cazadora de Mariposas (Butterfly Hunter) [oil on canvas, 1944]
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Healers 2018 Etching 62 x 76 cm via
Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison Gathering 2025 Robert ParkeHarrison is an American artist born in 1968. He isb known for his work in photography and sculpture, which often explores the relationship between humans and the environment.
The great critic Barbara McClay has written about the "politics creep" in every corner of human life, though really of bourgeois Anglophone human life, where every act from reading a novel to lighting a scented candle can be justified - and in fact, self-consciously needs to be justified in advance - as a bold act of resistance. Pretending that self-care is a brave political act detracts from actual political acts, and it sucks the life out of life itself: turning every moment into a performance for an audience, for an imagined crowd of other people on social media. This is other people not as fellow complicated human beings, but as fearful object, whose inner lives are imaginable only insofar as they might be watching and comparing and judging us for whether we've done enough, whether we're wasting our time. And books and movies and TV shows and every other form of fiction will always be, to some extent, a waste of time, as having friends will be a waste of time, as being in love is a waste of time, as every possible action or thought you may have could be considered a waste of time if every second of your life has to prove its value, and has to get a job.
from Dangerous Fictions: The Fear of Fantasy and the Invention of Reality by Lyta Gold
Herbie Hancock trying to figure out how to fix a mixer, c. early 80s.
To our dismay, the artist and author Marjane Satrapi has passed away.
As she wrote, ordinary Americans and Iranians have more in common with each other than we do with either of our governments, which have far too much in common with each other.
We honor her memory and oppose the war.
It's spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and as a rule I do every hopscotch I see because 1. Use it or lose it (ability to scotch) and 2. If a child got down on the hardscrabble streets of Boston Massachusetts to draw a scotch the least I can do is use it, but in doing the hopscotches, I've learned that about 50% of them are the typical 8-10 step scotch and the other 50% are. Somewhat avant-garde. And of course I'm not vetting the entire scotch before I start it so sometimes it's like haha 8 steps woo! Childlike whimsy! And sometimes they're 20 steps or 30 or they've got a section with three squares instead of two where you have to do a little Charleston to step on all three, or, memorably, FORTY one foot squares. A full BLOCK of jumping on one foot but I'm no quitter so once I've started Jigsaw Junior's fuckin hopscotch gauntlet I'm there til the end just a daily pot smoker in her thirties jumping kasa-obake style through an affluent suburb while some little proto-kennedy watches from his bedroom window rubbing his sadistic little third grade hands together and cackling. It's amazing. I love spring.
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