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Sol LeWitt, All Ifs Ands or Buts Connected by Green Lines (1973)

Just because I love your skin doesn’t mean I’ll jump in.

Marika Hackman (via devanism)

"What to read?” is a recurring dilemma in my life. The question always conjures up an image: a woman at home, half-dressed, moving restlessly from room to room, picking up a book, reading a page or two and no sooner feeling her mind drift, telling herself, “You should be reading something else, you should be doing something else.” The image also has a mise-en-scène: overstuffed, disorderly shelves of dusty and yellowing books, many of them unread; books in piles around the bed or faced down on a table; work prints of photographs, also with a faint covering of dust, taped to the walls of the studio; a pile of bills; a sink full of dishes. She is trying to concentrate on the page in front of her but a distracting blip in her head travels from one desultory scene to the next, each one competing for her attention. It is not just a question of which book will absorb her, for there are plenty that will do that, but rather, which book, in a nearly cosmic sense, will choose her, redeem her. Often what is at stake, should she want to spell it out, is the idea that something is missing, as in: what is the crucial bit of urgently needed knowledge that will save her, at least for this day? She has the idea that if she can simply plug into the right book then all will be calm, still, and right with the world.

Moyra Davey, The Problem of Reading

#I know this problem all too well #reading #books #Moyra Davey

brooklyntheory

Heart, Bushwick, Brooklyn, NYC

zangtumb

Forgot Your Password? (2013) - Aram Bartholl 8 volumes, hardcover, 21 x 27 cm, ca. 800 pages each In summer 2012 the social network LinkedIn.com got hacked and lost its whole user database. A few months later parts of the decrypted password list surfaced on the Internet. These eight volumes contain 4.7 million LinkedIn clear text user passwords printed in alphabetical order. Visitors are invited to look up their own password.

katydidnot

i have thought a lot about how twee kids like cutesy shit, and how sweet lolita is all about cutesy shit to the extreme, and why aren’t twee kids interested in this aesthetic? i made a venn diagram about my thoughts. it has a lot of generalizations because of reasons.

come on, popkids, tell me this girl doesn’t look like one of us

eatsleepdraw

'Know Your Nerd - A Visual Guide'

By Stephen Maurice Graham

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Urs Fischer

niccoloh

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“Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music." | Betrand Russell "Beauty of Mathematics" by Yann Pineill & Nicolas Lefaucheux

unpalombaro

Simon Evans, Symptoms of Loneliness, via Moonriver

eleventheleven

Bumble Bee

velveteenrabbit

(myfavoriteanimalisbees.)

historicaltimes

Indigenous Scandinavian Sami people - a father, a son, and their reindeer - circa 1890

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Displacements [1980/2005] - Michael Naimark.

Displacements is an immersive film installation. An archetypal Americana living room was installed in an exhibition space. Then two performers were filmed in the space using a 16mm motion picture camera on a slowly rotating turntable in the room’s center. After filming, the camera was replaced with a film loop projector and the entire contents of the room were spray-painted white.

Still

I'll wrap up my bones and leave them out of this home Out on the road. Two feet standing on a principle two hands longing for each other's warmth cold smoke seeping out of colder throats darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go. It's spiralling down, biting words like a wolf howling hate is spitting out each other's mouths but we're still sleeping like we're lovers. Still with feet touching still with eyes meeting still our hands match still with hearts beating. Two feet standing on a principle two hands digging in each other's wounds cold smoke seeping out of colder throats darkness falling, leaves nowhere to move. It's spiralling down, biting words like a wolf howling hate is spitting out each other's mouths but we're still sleeping like we're lovers. Still with feet touching still with eyes meeting still our hands match still with hearts beating. I'll wrap up my bones and leave them out of this home Out on the road. Two feet standing on a principle two hands longing for each other's warmth cold smoke seeping out of colder throats darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.

#Daughter #song lyrics #Still