From the depth to the shallows

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[hellwatermelon]

Nicolas Bruno, The Embellished Collection

[petaltexturedskies]

The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

Tennessee Williams

[random-brushstrokes]

Bertel Hansen-Svaneke - Interior (ca. 1930)

[requiem-on-water]

The Prototype

[artemisiasea]

From Octavia Butler’s notebooks, 1988

[neshamama]

pamela phatsimo sunstrum, "how do we know if we are loved?" and "now you are everything," 2025, oil on cradled wood panel

[the-night-picture-collector]

Yoshinori Mitzutani, Birds

[kedamakedama]

オナガとネコヤナギ

[bienenkiste]

Mazelle Spring 2023 backstage

Ph. Victor Edeh

[lores-things]

“Mother Night”

Artwork by Robin Isely.

[opiumvampire]

this one. fuck this poem.

[beguines]

Meghan Kemp-Gee, The Animal in the Room

[paper-wounds]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[atelierjen]

Camouflage by Pejac, birds in broken windows of abandoned power plant Rijeka, Croatia

[iphigeniacomplex]

I do not want / to inspire pity so much as revulsion, I want people to despair / like I despaired when I couldn’t run, could barely walk, each stair / a newly unwrapped razor against muscle -> Actually we should say that Cassandra screams outside of language. The scream is to gash the fabric of normal life, to rend it into strange tatters. -> Right here this pain this cut this chill this bruise this pull this fracture this shiver this ache this strain this stinging this burn this scar this fever this tremble this split this blister this lump this weep this pounding this crack this scrape this chip this sprain this flutter this stitch this rasp this damage this flush this break this swell this catch this murmur this weakness this failure this tremor this clot right here I feel it. I speak it. -> Scream when your life is threatened. Form a noise so true that your tormentor recognizes it as a voice that lives in his own throat. -> Once, when I was in a glut of pain, / I said to a friend, / Just take an hour and imagine / this is happening to you. / She looked straight ahead / and said, I don’t want to.

[iphigeniacomplex]

Maria Gray, “[Years of pelvic floor therapy]” Selby Wynn Schwartz, After Sappho Amy Meissner, “The Acquisition of Language” Jenny Holzer, “Inflammatory Essays,” [no title] / “Shriek when the pain hits...” Ellen Bass, “Experiment in Empathy”

[iphigeniacomplex]

[phantomleaves]

A STUDY OF DOLLS, 1897, Stanley G. Hall & A. Caswell Lewis

[classicalcanvas]

Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky