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sade in nyc, 1981
three poppies, 'arab chief', ny, 1969 by irving penn
Antonio Lopez Garcia (Spanish b.1936), Sink and Mirror, 1967, Oil on wood
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Marina Carreira, from “What the Water Gave Me”
Five times a day, I make tea. I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness. I'm not used to it— warmth and kindness, both-so I create my own when I can.
Leila Chatti, from "Tea"
naomi campbell by thierry le goués, 1994
From 'A Breath of Life' by Clarice Lispector
Alan Buchsbaum, Krauss Loft, Bedroom, New York, New York, 1976
mary j. blige, 1993.
Five times a day, I make tea. I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness. I'm not used to it— warmth and kindness, both-so I create my own when I can.
Leila Chatti, from "Tea"
Allen Biggers.
a fresh cut crop of soft spring flowers: beverly peele for elle us may 1991
“The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists […] If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms—if you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body—it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what’s inside and what’s outside, was so much less. It’s not that we’ve forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it’s too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other’s bodies to make ourselves understood.”
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Alberta Whittle, IN TIDAL MOVEMENTATIONS, SHE CARVES OUT MEMORIES, acrylic, Florida Water, Bay Rum on cotton, 200 x 200cm, 2022
joie lee + cynda williams by david lee, c. 1990