You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
2025 Hasselblad Award Laureate.
Galeri Poggi. What the Fuck!. Paris Photo.
WB #10, 2005. tirage argentique couleur, contrecollé sur aluminium, encadré. 120 x 150 cm. Edition of 3 plus 1 AP (#1/3).
So many things had a way of looking finer, when they were not so close.
was there any point in being alive without helping one another?
(CK)
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,
[…]
And that a kelson of the creation is love,
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
Song of Myself, V, Walt Whitman
Your eyes are just
like bees, and I
feel like a flower.
Their brown power makes
a breeze go over
my skin. When your
lashes ride down and
rise like brown bees’
legs, your pronged gaze
makes my eyes gauze.
I wish we were
in some shade and
no swarm of other
eyes to know that
I’m a flower breathing
bare, laid open to
your bees’ warm stare.
I’d let you wade
in me and seize
with your eager brown
bees’ power a sweet
glistening at my core.
The reopening of the Studio Museum in Harlem. Holland Cotter, NYTimes.
Histoire du 2, place du Palais-Royal, Paris. Thanks Paola Sisterna Marques for the tour.
GUIDE-DE-VISITE_FR_FONDATION_CARTIER.pdf
THE DEEP STATE: ART, CULTURE & FLORIDA — Published by Cultural Counsel
Graceful landscaping kept the house just under a surfeit of beauty.
Every corner was a possibility
Anarchic, wandering
(TM)
Work about time is primarily marked by selection of the day as its unit. It is certainly not peculiar to Vertov. Alberto Cavalcanti with Nothing but the Hours, and Walter Ruttmann with Berlin: Symphony of a Metropolis, also employed it. But nor does this structure characterize the documentary form in contrast to fiction. James Joyce in Ulysses and Virginia Woolf in Mrs Dalloway made types of modern fiction with it. This is because the day is not so much a stretch of time as a paradigm of temporality. The story of a day illustrates the revolution that Woolf proclaimed in her essay ‘Modern Fiction’. In it, she denounced the tyranny of causal emplotment, and asserted, against the Aristotelian tradition, that the truth of experience resided in the shower of atoms, the succession of sensible micro-events that happen one after another, but above all alongside one another, in the absence of any hierarchy. The time of the day in the big city is a time of coexistence … (JC)
Days come and ages pass, and it is
ever he who moves my heart in many a
name, in many a guise, in many a
rapture of joy and sorrow.