the field breathes

a new blog by Kev Townsend, making, thinking, collecting, condensing (once upon a time: sevenknotwind)

[mirrorsinner]

[thedayistoday-blog]

The Art of David Lynch

[arthuntblog]

Joel Elias Shapiro (1941-2025) [USA] — ‘Untitled‘, 1990. Woodcut in colours (65 x 47 cm).

[nobrashfestivity]

David Hockney Rain, from The Weather Series (NGA/Gemini 23.4), 1973 Color lithograph and screenprint on Arches watermarked paper; signed 'David Hockney 73' in green pencil along the lower edge

[nobrashfestivity]

RIP David Hockney

[notbeingseen]

[arthuntblog]

Otto Piene (1928-2014) [Germany] — 'Opening', 2006. Gouache on canvas (30 × 40 cm).

[scytheos]

Bill Viola | The Messenger | 1996 | Single-channel video and sound installation, continuous loop.

[casadabiqueira]

Philadelphia

Ray K. Metzker, 1962

[casadabiqueira]

NYC

Marcelo Montecino, 1977

[casadabiqueira]

68 DJ-35, Early Philadelphia

Ray K. Metzker, 1968

[woundgallery]

Rebecca Horn, Ballet of the Woodpeckers, 1986, glass, metal, transformers, motors and egg

[depsidase]

[poesia-colagem-dispersos]

RPC | 2026

(in Nervo, 27, maio/agosto 2026)

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

“I am what I am, but never simply directly. One always becomes what one is, and this is to be taken quite literally. It does not mean that at the end of some long and painstaking formative process we finally become what we are: it means that even our most ‘immediate’ identity already involves a becoming in the sense of what one could call with Kant a ‘transcendental decision’ or transcendental choice of character.”

Alenka Zupančič, On Sex Without Identity

[dailyclassicart]

Thomas Cooper Gotch - "The Lantern Parade" (c. 1918)

[radical-revolution]

You have to start with what you are, where you are now. Concept cannot exist in the present state, but awareness is very much there. You are aware of the present state. You are now. In that state of awareness, you don't need to cling to a concept about what you are or who you will be.

Chögyam Trungpa

[quietlotus]

“The sun and stars that float in the open air,

The apple-shaped earth and we upon it, surely the drift of them is something grand,

I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness […]”

— Walt Whitman