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Max Ernst | The Horde (1927)

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Nostalgic for the Rhein-Ruhr Area and its specific kind of wet and a little moldy spring climate. Eastern Germany is just not dripping, waterboard me with westphalian spit

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Henrike Naumann, Aufbau West, 2017

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rita ackermann

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🧱

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It turns out that, in life, improvisation isn't within genre but induces genre as a conventional resting place for use when making it all up gets too tough, too exhausting. What happens in sex, therefore, is not just a figure for the social at its best and worst extremes, but a training in how simply hard it is to be in the room with another person, even someone you want there: because it is hard to show up fully to sociality in general, and once there, to maintain an openness toward the objects about which one feels aggressive, has variable confidence, few skills, and little trust that the world will be patient for your self-inconstancy. It is toward building skills for recognizing, explaining, and finding temporary housing for the discomfort of these inconvenient genres of the intimate that this […] is written.

—Lauren Berlant, On the Inconvenience of Other People (2022)

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slipping into the hole of the world

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seiichi hayashi

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The Wolves at Your Door by Charles Burchfield.

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Joseph Beuys

Hasenstein (Hare Stone), 1982

Basalt with gold spray paint