other, imminent

[pragmata-gallery]

“Right Twist Left”

“Left or Right”

Shimada Atsushi ceramics

6.5 Fri - 6.14 Sun

12:00-18:00

島田篤　陶

6月5日－6月14日

12時－18時

*展示期間中無休 no holidays during exhibition

[dk-thrive]

““Resist!” But resist how? I’d wondered... Do we lie in the middle of the road? Do we not pay our taxes? Somebody tell me what to do.”

— David Sedaris, The Land and Its People: Essays (Little, Brown and Company, May 26, 2026)

[thomasmartinnutt]

Al Hansen. In Celebration of Knowing George Brecht, 1971

[billdomonkos]

[thedaysofdisorder]

Evelyn Glennie and Jon Sterckx - Marimba and Tabla Duet: 'Rhythm Song' by Paul Smadbeck

[nobrashfestivity]

Lee Ufan, From Point, 1970s

[peterdoroshenko]

[schuhcollection]

indoor garden

[fredericbrumby]

Les couleurs de la ville

Rue du 4 Août 1789

Gratte Ciel

69100

Villeurbanne

5453

[moradadabeleza]

Lourdes Sanchez

[boudhabar]

Lourdes Sanchez

[arthuntblog]

Joel Elias Shapiro (1941-2025) [USA] — ‘Untitled‘, 1990. Woodcut in colours (65 x 47 cm).

[transparentoctopus]

Dora Maar, study for Petrole Hahn 1935

[dk-thrive]

It is not change that we should fear but staying the same.

Diving in headfirst to explore the unknown is something humans were created to do and cannot resist.  The unknown is where we feel the most alive.  Although our minds crave certainty, our hearts desire freedom.  We live in an illusion of certainty.  Most of what we have can be lost or taken away at a moment's notice.  We all know the only constant is change, yet we spend most of our energy trying to fight what is natural and inevitable and wonder why we are suffering so much.  It is not change that we should fear but staying the same.

-Joseph Nguyen,  Don't Believe Everything You Think: Why Your Thinking is the Beginning & End of Suffering (Authors Equity, October 29, 2024) (Via A Layman's Blog by Steve Layman)

[pragmata-gallery]

“Left Clip Right”

“Left or Right”

Shimada Atsushi ceramics

6.5 Fri - 6.14 Sun

12:00-18:00

島田篤　陶

6月5日－6月14日

12時－18時

*展示期間中無休 no holidays during exhibition

[apoemaday]

Ars Poetica II

by Charles Wright

I find, after all these years, I am a believer — I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say; I believe that dreams are real,                                                       and that death has two reprisals; I believe that dead leaves and black water fill my heart.

I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.

The night sky is an ideogram,                                                       a code card punched with holes. It thinks it’s the word of what’s-to-come. It thinks this, but it’s only The Library of Last Resort, The reflected light of The Great Misunderstanding.

God is the fire my feet are held to.

[rearte2]

by Carl Holty, 1940