Desire (2025)
22.5 x 31.5 in
Ceramic, soda fired earthenware

oozey mess
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
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if i look back, i am lost

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Not today Justin
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Desire (2025)
22.5 x 31.5 in
Ceramic, soda fired earthenware
Soft Floral Art by Marie Egner 🌷🌺
Mary Oliver, from "Spring", Devotions
what does the ghost in the attic wear ? fine gowns of spider silk, your mother’s sun-yellowed wedding veil, jewels of broken glass, slippers of mouse bones, and the perfume of sodden newspaper ink
Adélia Prado - Denouement, tr. by Ellen Doré Watson
Dream Walk, 1977, Helen Frankenthaler
Medium: lithography
Edvard Munch, Lovers in the Waves, 1896
Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen
“I was both” maybe!!! But don’t judge your teenage self against who you are now. You were a child, working with what you had and knew at the time. Of course you would’ve acted before thinking. Of course you yelled and regret it now. Of course you said a few mean things. Hindsight is 20/20. Give yourself some compassion. You were a kid.
Vintage NASA press pic of Saturn’s northern hemisphere, observed by the Voyager 2 probe from 4.4 million miles away, August 19, 1981.
2021-10-03
Canon EOS R6 + RF15-35mm f2.8L IS
Instagram | hwantastic79vivid
autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.
it can be tempting to live your life like a prequel. to live as if you’re setting up your own story.and once you lose the weight, once you have the money, once you graduate school, once you’re in a real relationship, once, once, once. then finally, you’ll begin to live, and everything you do up until that point is some kind of half-life, some unimportant foreword you can skip. don’t do this. inhabit your life completely. sink fully into the wealth of your existence. the power to manifest is in the fearless owning of who you are, so that you can shape where you’re going.
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
21.04.26
The pink supermoon is full moon in April.