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Starry ceiling (2007)
by Alexander Chatikyan.
RENZO PIANO MASION HERMĂS, 2001 Tokyo, Japan
Huang Yuxing - A Night Rain on the Seine, 2013, acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm
what doesnt kill you makes you go out walking on sunny days until you end up on a tree-lined street where you can look up at the gaps of sunlight and realise you miss them more than anything
when i was like 5 i started waiting for something and never stopped
what doesnât kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away
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Canards Roses, Risographie Marie Larrivé
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My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all thatâs left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and itâs softer than youâd think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, tooâwide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if youâd gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?
carri thurman, the alchemy: salt from water
Frame 22, 2007
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