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The Living Skeleton (1968)
COSEY FANNI TUTTI ‘Mail Art’ - Martello Street studio, London UK. 1973
“I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving… I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder’d at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr’d for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist.”
John Keats (via entombedreverie)
Los motivos de Berta, José Luis Guerín (1984)
Clara Rilke Westoff & Rainer Maria Rilke ca. 1903
Rashomon (dir. Akira Kurosawa – 1950)
© Lydia Lazarus
2017
Savva Brodsky
a Soviet artist, book illustrator, architect, sculptor and poet
Shakespeare graphics
Magdalene (detail) Carlo Dolci
I feel humiliated, inadequate. So much of what one thinks, imagines, is false. How carefully one must compare it with reality, retouch it. But I get tired, so deeply tired. I crave peace, a choice, a simplification. Which one? Whatever I choose seems to demand a sacrifice I cannot make.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via dark-splendor)