the longevity of life and love
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the longevity of life and love
Marina Abramovic in conversation with Hugo Huerta Marin
i hope that when i die there will be an apartment with everyone i’ve ever loved in it and we are together always
neil hilborn
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I found god in a hopeless place
Ramona Ausubel, How To Be a Writer: The Map Is the Territory
Alex Dimitrov, “Tuesday”
when I found out my friends have no siblings I always ask isn’t that kind of lonely??? And they are always like idk not really and yeah u can’t miss what you’ve never known I guess but some nights me and my little sister will stay up late even though we both have class tomorrow and we will listen to fast car by Tracy chapman on repeat no talking just us quietly listening and I think that even if I never knew my sister I would still miss her somehow
be terrified, but open your arms
everyone is deleting the caption to this but this work is called “perfect lovers” by the gay artist felix gonzalez-torres. the piece is about the illness and death of his HIV-positive partner ross laycock:
For Untitled (Perfect Lovers) (1991), he synchronized two industrial clocks placed side by side. Inevitably, because batteries fail and things tend toward entropy, the clocks would slowly begin to advance at differing rates, out of sync, having moved, however briefly, perfectly together. (x)
“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit where it is due: time. We are synchronized, now and forever. I love you.” (Gonzalez-Torres, 1988)
from I, Etcetera by Susan Sontag.
winter in art [autumn]
claude monet / vasily ivanovich surikov / jakub schikaneder / edmund dulac / loré pemberton / gustave caillebotte / richard savoie / mikhail markelovich guzhavin
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james baldwin was right. one day i’ll weep for this. one of these days i’ll start to cry.
Thinking about the poems about peeling clementines for people and how Clementia is the name of a Roman goddess of forgiveness. Love as an offering; this act says "forgive me, I love you".