Lucila Garcia de Onrubia at Calvaresi at Nada
120424 or a splash quite unnoticed this was
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, William Carlos Williams
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MNP at Untitled Art Fair.
AG2024_1134128a or we smile and mouth with myriad subtleties
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties,
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile,
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
As if … To Eden wandered in
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in —
What then? Why, nothing, only,
Your inference therefrom!
Toroni or imprints and positions
AG2024_2100538a or landscape where we have held
Here is a place where nothing can die
Darkness that lives beneath the leaves
We bring our nights there without knowing
We bring our fear there before the singing begins
We bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven
We bring our hands there scented of a river
We bring our prayers that hide and watch us
The landscape where we have held the loose feathers
Of a fallen bird
And awakened in the land of the unseen
Here is a place where nothing can die …
– Lance Henson
Collaborative performance by Amanda Linares + Legna Rodríguez Iglesias
Anarchic, wandering, true
It was the name that called forth the true him.
Anarchic, wandering
There were no photos of them, but they were there in the pictures of trees behind their houses, the fields where they worked, the river they fished, the church where they testified, the joints where they drank.
TM, Tar Baby