[weepingwidar]

Georg Wilson (British, 1998) - Strange Pastoral (2025)

[389]

Lee Jeonglok, Iceland 29, 2019 C-Type Print 120 x 160 cm 47.2 x 63 in Edition of 7 plus 2 AP                                    

[5oil]

[t-e-l-e-p-a-t-h-y]

…what the birds demonstrate to us every day—the the chirping of birds, too, can be a space, and a house, a bird; a lover, a cherry, and a cherry, a lover; a lover, a chirping of birds, and a chirping of birds?

– Franz Xaver Baier

[t-e-l-e-p-a-t-h-y]

Life-spaces are built on a complex and chaotic simultaneity. Yet this concerted effect does not obey the neat law that the whole is more than its parts; in fact, rather the reverse is true: the parts are more than the whole. A bird is not “part” of space, but inversely: space is a part of the bird.

— Franz Xaver Baier

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Thus matters were; and, even after the many incredible things that I have seen, I experienced all the time a most profound awe. To see the sun rise and set, within a space of time to be measured by seconds; to watch (after a little) the moon leap—a pale, and ever growing orb—up into the night sky, and glide, with a strange swiftness, through the vast arc of blue; and, presently, to see the sun follow, springing out of the Eastern sky, as though in chase; and then again the night, with the swift and ghostly passing of starry constellations, was all too much to view believingly. Yet, so it was—the day slipping from dawn to dusk, and the night sliding swiftly into day, ever rapidly and more rapidly.

– William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland

[moandieu]

Tanja Gravina candle nails for Tush Magazine, 2025

[thinkingimages]

The Seven Circuits of a Pearl - Photographs by Ioanna Sakellaraki

[quotefeeling]

“I am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.”

— Elsie de Wolf

[thoughtkick]

“If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.”

— Weird People

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Through the summer I clung to the riverbanks until each angle knew me by heart. At the beginning, my nocturnal footsteps would send up showers of night birds like sparks from a fire, but eventually they came to sit quietly and let me walk among them. I watched snakes moving from darkness to darkness through the moonlight, their dizzying motion like shored ripples from the river. Gradually the unnatural quiet brought about by my invasion became filled with the normal sounds of a summer night: chirping, chatter of beaver, and other sounds of beasts unnamed by man who inherit the earth when the sun falls. Over, above it all, was the song the river sang. It was a love song that said come to me and nature responded.

– Coleman Dowell, from “My Father was a River,” The Houses of Children: Stories (Dalkey Archive Press, 2000)

[red-ibis-red]

…but perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.

—Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries

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[smalltowngospels-deactivated201]

[petaltexturedskies]

the sudden flashes of joy that come when you commune deeply with another person, or see a particularly golden mist at sunrise, or recognize on paper a crystal expression of a thought that you never expected to write down.

Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Some woods, they're big enough you never find your way out.

— Stephen Graham Jones, from “Father, Son, Holy Rabbit” The Ones Who Got Away: Stories (Open Road, 2010)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

He already had very secret melancholic feelings, perhaps avoided for many years, that he still wanted to put off for a while longer with the joy and surprise of his return, but which finally bloomed like an exotic flower…

– Rafael Dieste, from “The Rock and the Bird,” Tales and Inventions of Félix Muriel (Iberia, 1986)