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I could only marvel at his luminous sewer. Moon guts ribboning below the throbbing city. Light curdling where it rasped my skin, tearing apart in my hands like wet paper. My mouth left sluicing at the grate for a hard dark truth, less godly-wet. Like glass, like the edge of rain.
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Our song, our language, reflects the vasculature of reality. It pulses under nature's skin. Did you know there are bouba oaks and kiki oaks
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The self is not an object of collective alliance, rather it is an isolating prison of falsities driven by its own ever- narrowing parameters. Thanks Rene, it was you who made a complete pig in a poke of it, think on!
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What would it be like
to live in a library
of melted books.
With sentences streaming over the floor
and all the punctuation
settled to the bottom as a residue.
It would be confusing.
Unforgivable.
A great adventure.
—Anne Carson, from “Wildly Constant”
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Katherine Jones
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Hilma af Klint, selected paintings. I knownher work is everywhere nowadays but nothing brightens my mood on a rainy day like seeing her work.
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bubbling my chakras
steaming my chi
sautéing my yang
(annual spa day, back soon!)
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Orpheus mourns Eurydice beneath a cypress tree.
#greekmythology #abstractexpressionism #artislove #artismedicine #superconscious #pareidolia #intuitiveart #phi
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Sarah Morgan, contemporary UK printmaker #WomensArt

































