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DEAR READER
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
todays bird
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost

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uhh yeah
lets play putting cigarettes out on each other
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio
Bird, ca. 1580, with later renovation. German, Nuremberg. Rock crystal, with gilded silver and rubies. Height (with base): 30.8 cm. Gift of J. Pierpont Morgan, 17.190.534a, b © The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
The coveted qualities of both natural wonder (naturalia) and fine craftsmanship (artificialia) are embodied in this hollow vessel. In the 1500s, rock crystal was priced at its weight in gold. The material’s extreme hardness allows it to be worked—cut, carved, or drilled—without shattering, while at its finest, as here, it is luminous and transparent. Through artistry, a pricey mass of heavy pure quartz has here been transformed into a seemingly weightless bird, complete with beady eyes of ruby and a collar and legs of gilded silver.
Courtesy Alain Truong
Wires
PRINTS
C.G. Jung, from The Red Book: Liber Novus
adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
The Way You're Made, 2025 Analog collage
Talking to the Snake While Losing my Faith The favorite piece I've ever made. It feels so relevant now.
Pierre Bonnard - Nude woman with black stockings