you’re gross

bienvenue à la bludgeonerie (on hiatus)

[scytheos]

Sylvia Palacios Whitman | Slingshot | 1975

[scytheos]

"All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.”

― Jorge Luis Borges, Twenty-Four Conversations with Borges: Interviews by Roberto Alifano (1981-1983)

[scytheos]

Gerhard Richter | Untitled (Ohne Titel) | 1969

[scytheos]

Ian Hamilton Finlay | It Is Here | 1966

[romini]

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[bjorkish]

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Björk – Like Someone In Love

[oaluz]

“I want to reinstate a respect for soil. We must touch the soil. How many times do we touch our mobile phone every day? Maybe 100 times. How many times do we touch the soil? Hardly ever. We must give dignity to peasants, farmers and gardeners. We are all part of this healthy web of life maintained by soil. The Latin word humus means soil. The words human, humility and humus all come from the same root. When humans lose contact with soil, they are no longer humans.”

— Satish Kumar, “The Link Between Soil, Soul and Society”

[energyprison]

the monks described me as "a pleasure to have on the mountain"

[scytheos]

Ed Ruscha | Rusty Signs—Dead End 3 | 2014

[scytheos]

Wassily Kandinsky | Small Worlds VII (Kleine Welten VII) | 1922

[garadinervi]

Assata Shakur, (1987), Affirmation, in Assata. An Autobiography, Forewords by Angela Davis and Lennox S. Hinds, Lawrence Hill Books, Chicago, IL, 2001, p. 1

[petaltexturedskies]

It takes so much courage to love, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s always been difficult, but in this age and in this culture‚ capitalism doesn’t want love, it wants us to buy and eat a culture that spends its money on defense systems—where so many of our communities are lonely and false, shattered and dangerous, and children’s hearts broken very early.

Marie Howe, from an interview ⟡

[cyborges]

“…I look at life as an endlessly moving sculpture, an extension of the body’s cavity into the galactic labyrinth. It is a genetic sculpture, billions of years old, and is unfinished. The trope of this sculpture is caught in the realm between reality and potentiality.”

— Valie Export in interview with Roswitha Mueller, Milwaukee, April 1992 (in Vale Export: Fragments of Imagination, 1994)

[scytheos]

Yoko Ono | Touch Poem for Group of People | 1963

[whatkindofnameisella]

ursula k le guin affirmations for your day:

it is our differences which make us dearer to one another

it is never too late to start loving

the enemy is not the foreigner, but the ones who tell you to hate the foreigner

everyone should have food, shelter, and work

everything is a yin and yang metaphor if you try hard enough

sci-fi is important

[scytheos]

Zbigniew Warpechowski | Mandala | 1984 | Performed at the Moltkerei Werkstatt, Cologne

[scytheos]

Wassily Kandinsky | Drawings from Bauhaus Books No. 9: Point and Line to Plane: A Contribution to the Analysis of Graphic Elements | 1926