I like to find
what’s not found
at once, but lies
within something of another nature,
in repose, distinct.
Denise Levertov, Pleasures.
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Category: landscape
Sunday
Clarity
AG2023_1066685a or genius loci
“dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself”
William Carlos Williams, Danse Russe.
“The organ can be heard playing his music
And conjuring into life the whitewashed walls”
David Ricks, Genius Loci.
Patterns, of a sort
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In progress.
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sent to 14n61w
Out to Lunch
Installation view of Out to Lunch, Art & Culture Center of Hollywood, Hollywood, Florida, 2010.
Nodal Sculpture
untitled (sharing in a market-mediated access economy; stadium), 2015.
enamel paint, chipboard, wire, wood, and found coroplast.
“a stay against everything unforeseen” Timothy Liu, Holding Pattern.
Artists For Morocco, Emergency Relief Print Sale
On the evening of Friday September 8th, Morocco was hit by a catastrophic 6.8 magnitude earthquake. As the country mourns the loss of over 2,000 lives and 1,404 seriously injured people, the World Health Organisation estimates that the earthquake has already impacted over 300,000 people. The number is likely to continue climbing.
As urgent calls are made for international aid, a new collective emerges in a bid to raise vital funds for critical on the ground assistance.
Artists For Morocco, a newly launched print sale, will be donating all proceeds to two NGOs: Amal Women’s Training Center (a Marrakesh-based women’s charity delivering food to victims in need) and Rif Tribes Foundation (an NGO working to bring aid and support to the affected remote villages).
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“we knew the loss
before they ever guessed
fortune had tossed to them
her favour and her whim;”
H. D., After Troy
“… but you
adrift on the great sea,
how shall I call you back?”
H. D., Circe
AG2023_1066398a or heard endearments, whisperings, and revery
” —from “Heaven” these
“draughts of the sweetest honey-milk”,
si dolcemente
from the language we first heard
endearments whisperings
infant song and revery
a world we wanted to go out into,
to come to ourselves into, “
–Robert Duncan, from Dante Études, Book One: We Will Endeavor