Tomoya Tsukamoto Nostalgia 2004 Oil on Canvas
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Tomoya Tsukamoto Nostalgia 2004 Oil on Canvas
“Absorption spectra of human serum.” Practical spectroscopy. 1948.
Internet Archive
Pipilotti Rist, from Ever Is Over All, 1997.
Charles LONG Untitled 2012 steel, fabric, ecopoxy, and pigment 88 x 30 x 32 inches; 223.5 x 76.2 x 81.3 cm
Huanglong, China
Ilka Raupach wenn ich nur lang und tief genug grabe…, 2016 paper, wire
Park of idols, 1938, Paul Klee
Medium: watercolor,paper
Antony Gormley | Chromosome, 1984.
Lead, zinc and water (46 x 200 x 120 cm)
Denitsa Todorova
Waterfalls, 2019
View of a six-ton nephrite boulder that was unearthed in 1777, Palace Museum, China, 1987.
Lennart Foppe
Rosy Fingered Dawn at Louise Point, 1963, Willem de Kooning
Praise, 1976, Agnes Martin
Medium: lithography
“Aren’t we using language now in this conversation?
P.H.: The most real dialogue for me is when I am alone, writing.
Do you think a conversation between two people can communicate anything?
P.H. Sure. But you have to know that this is a game. It can become at moments very touching and serious, but it starts as a game and it should end as a game.
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[das nobelices]
Um dos desmancha-prazeres que mais tenho procurado, quase a par de Bernhard no interesse que me suscita! Todavia, causa-me alguma impressão vê-lo, agora, “nobelizado”, atendendo ao desgaste de importância, para não dizer em credibilidade (e a associação, nos bastidores ao longo dos anos, a politiquices manhosas) que o Nobel da literatura vem destacando. Vai ser estranho vê-lo figurar, após a notoriedade do prémio, nos “tops” dos modismos literários (ou pseudo literários) do Continente, Fnac’s e hipermercados análogos. Não, é certo que não vai haver corrida desenfreada, até porque muitos dos nascituros leitores que vão aproveitar a onda mediática irão sobretudo reservar-lhe um cantinho na bela estante do IKEA e fazem bem, porque a leitura de Handke até lhes pode cair mal, ser indigesta. Ou então estou apenas a ter uma crise de ciumeira com a perspectiva de novos e pujantes leitores de Handke…sou muito possessiva com os meus autores!
img.: “Peter Handke, In the Woods, Might be Late”, dir. by Corinna Belz
René Magritte, L’incorruptible, 1940