2012/01/15

Movie Moments - Jean Painlevé


Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll.
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain.
Man marks the earth with ruin,
but his control stops with the shore.

Lord Byron


watch the videos below

2012/01/12

Marvels of Creatures and Strange Things Existing


Kitab Aja'ib al-makhluqat wa Gharaib al-Mawjudat

literally "The Wonders of Creation and the Curiosities of Existence", or

Marvels of Creatures and Strange Things Existing



Merchant from Isfahan Flying


Kitab Aja'ib al-makhluqat wa Gharaib al-Mawjudat, literally "The Wonders of Creation," compiled in the middle 1200s in what is now Iran or Iraq. The vibrantly illustrated work is considered one of the most important natural history texts of the medieval Islamic world.

2012/01/08

Sunday Favorites

Childhood is the sleep of reason

Jean-Jacques Rousseau


William Eggleston, Memphis, Tennessee, 1971


2012/01/03

Lights in the Night


… the Stars
That nature hung in Heav’n, and fill’d their Lamps
With everlasting oil, to give due light
To the misled and lonely Travailer.



Arthur Rackham

I am starting this year with a new collection - similar to the series Things with Wings - called
Lights in the Night.  Art from different times and cultures about the pleasures of exploring the
sky with its heavenly bodies as well as the urge to illuminate the dark hours between dusk
and dawn with fire and light.


2011/12/16

Tsuki Hyakushi - 100 Aspects of the Moon


Whore and monk, we sleep
under one roof together,
moon in a field of clover

Bashu






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2011/11/21

Heinrich von Kleist, On the Puppet Theater

Paradise is locked and bolted and the Cherub is behind us. We must make a journey around the world, to see if a back door has perhaps been left open

Heinrich von Kleist (18 October 1777 – 21 November 1811)




2011/11/20

2011/11/06

Sunday Favorites

Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe,
which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out
a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for
instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves



Peter Lindbergh, Malgosia Bela, 2008


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