Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
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Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
bob dylan & suze rotolo, nyc, 1961. photo by ted russell
Somewhere Between Mutant Pop, Electronic Minimalism & Shadow Sounds of Japan 1980-1988 Album Art
I walk in a ring, A groove of old faults, deep and bitter.
Sylvia Plath · “Event.” The Collected Poems (1981)
“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”
— Anna Kamieńska, from her notebook (1968), in Astonishments, translated by Grażyna Drabik and David Curzon
“I took aim at the things I could not name.”
— Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; “Little Killing Ditty”
Mario Giacomelli (Italian,1925–2000)
“L'abbraccio” (The embrace) from the series “Un uomo, una donna, un amore" (A man, a woman, a love), 1953-63
just found your page and im obsessed with your art!! have you ever embroidered any of your designs?? i feel like it'd look super cool!
Thank you!
Unfortunately no I have never tried it. I'm not good at dealing with needles...
“Inside my skin, loving you, I am this space my body believes in.”
— Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Unnatural State of the Unicorn,” Pleasure Dome: New and Collected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2001)
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I’m chasing myself (I have been for years).
I kissed your hair. I wonder if you knew.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems of E. S. V. M.; “Interim,”
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